Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Monday, August 05, 2013

Take My Hand

Follow me my sweet to the end of time,
embrace our love that gently entwines.
This place is as near as the mind,
close your eyes and in my arms
you will lie.
 
Follow me my sweet to the end of time,
embrace our love that gently entwines.
Mountains to sand, a river to the sea,
no barriers can keep you from me.
 
Follow me my sweet to the end of time,
embrace our love that gently entwines.
The blue sky inviting the clouds ours,
for a life or a day or simply and hour.
 
Follow me my sweet to the end of time,
embrace our love that gently entwines.
Dreams the foundation where love can
begin to not have would simply be a
sin.
 
Follow me my sweet to the end of time,
embrace our love that gently entwines.
Wherever we travel what ever we do,
our souls are one under the guide of
blue.
 
Follow me my sweet to the end of time,
embrace our love that gently entwines.
Mountains to sand and a river dry,
allows distance no place in our
special time.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Yesterday is heavy,
tomorrow is overwhelming.

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