Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

...under my blanket

Come a little  bit closer,
under my blanket if you will,
the stars are over head and
the night seems to stand still.

My heart racing,
the imagination gone wild,
as I lay my head upon the pillow
and with your memory I smile.

The music is playing
and each song is for you and I,
as someone wrote of love,
they must have had us on their mind.

Come a little bit closer,
under my blanket if you will,
I am holding on to you,
as I am under your spell.

There is no pretending,
my heart belongs to you,
it was given from the moment
the skies took on a precious blue.




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