Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Monday, February 03, 2014

Winter Wonderland

Memories are like tales yet to be told,
stories of love and friendships of gold.
I traveled the many seas and as I
awake I find it was only make believe.

I walked along the shore, my mind
a drift like so many times before,
I thought of you in my arms and I
couldn't stop the racing of my heart.

~
Silence No Longer Rules

My heart whispers in song and
my soul shouts of happiness
as I dance to the music in
your arms where I belong.


Spinning in circles, round and
round I go as I am spun right
out of a dream to your awaiting
arms.

My heart whispers in song and
my soul shouts of happiness as
I dance to the music in your
arms where I belong


I took to dancing and the steps
led me to you and I smiled
as I dreamed of the sky blue.





The upside is February is lighter later and longer, even though I am grounded from an Eastern snow storm. Stuck inside gives me way to much time to think. So here goes my daily thoughts..People rarely want to discuss personal things in their life. I was pretty much the same way, keeping personal things to myself,  somethings were just off limits. But today I spoke of two sides of sex, the aggressive, forced ugly side and the beautiful consenting lovely side, like my own personal secrets.. Funny thing is I never really spoke about sex out loud. But I felt it to be freeing in an unusual way. As if acknowledgement was conducive to a sense of peace. In my early years I thought of sex as a forced and ugly experience and it wasn't till much later in life that I realized sex could be a beautiful loving experience. With a loving experience comes respect, tenderness, love , warmth, freedom and yes a personal empowerment. In ways that self empowering attitude took over all aspects of my little world. From business, to home life and friendships. It was something my sister said years back she said " you are to nice." It can't be right if in not wanting to hurt someone else you hurt yourself. I know that I have definitely been in that trap for way to long. I mention this only in that in speaking out loud and hearing my own voice allows me to relive the positive and let the negative go.

"Can I leave a tender a
passionate kiss upon
your lips? "  " As long
I can return the same
with a warm and
gentle kiss."


Hold you close and
feel your heart beat,
the image is magical
and lifts me off my
feet.

Whispers of love,
that carry me through
the day, so warm it can
melt the snow on the
stormiest day.

"Can I leave a tender a
passionate kiss upon
your lips? "  " As long
I can return the same
with a warm and
gentle kiss."
~



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