Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Saturday, January 24, 2015

Close and Far

Close and Far

AS close as my pillow,
is your loves embrace,
I can hold you tight
with the memories we
made.

As close as my dreams
is the image of two,
the dance on clouds
where I am next to you.

As close as the visions
I see in the night,
when my eyes are closed
I am holding you tight.






Take my hand
and walk with me,
through all of life
and every dream.

Take my heart
and hold it close,
its been yours
since that day arose.

Take my soul,
it was yours to fine,
waiting here for you
for all time.

~
With you I am sunshine
on the days of gray,
without you I am darkness
lost in many ways.

Hearts entwined,
souls embrace
as we join together
in our own special way.

~

One for the memories
and one for the dreams,
a poem for the magic
that brought you to me.

One for the happiness,
one for the love,
a poem for the treasure
sent from God above.

~
Almost the end of January and we have gotten our first winter snow fall. As difficult as life can be this winter had been rather gentle to this point in time. I am not sure what I am actually feeling at this moment. Maybe I feel so close to you and so far from you.

Close and Far

AS close as my pillow,
is your loves embrace,
I can hold you tight
with the memories we
made.

As close as my dreams
is the image of two,
the dance on clouds
where I am next to you.

As close as the visions
I see in the night,
when my eyes are closed
I am holding you tight.





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