Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Sunday, March 16, 2014

Always

The music is void of soul and sound ,it is
empty and dark when you are not around.
I lay here consumed by the moon lit night,
trying to reach out to you and hold you tight.

My heart repeatedly calls out to you,
shouting the words of " I love you"
high from the mountains and across
the river and seas with a song that
only lovers can sing.

The music is void of soul and sound , it is
empty and dark when you are not around.
I lay here consumed by the moon lit night,
trying to reach out to you and hold you tight.
~
I can bridge my love with a dream,
to arch the distance and place you next to me.
I'll close my eyes tonight and on my pillow my
head I'll lay as I thank the Lord when he sent
you my way.

~
I can do this,
it will be as easy as can be,
I'll close my eyes to sleep
and you'll be right beside me.

Somethings are true and surely
meant to be, that is why angels
flutter their invitations to dream.

I can do this,
it will be as easy as can be,
I'll close my eyes to sleep
and you'll be right beside me.

~
I didn't really understand
until I woke up from a dream,
the poem was written and the
words fades quickly.

Reality had spoken,
it reveal what I knew,
that no matter where we
travel, I'll always have you.






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