Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Saturday, February 28, 2015

Unchained Love

The magic is very real,
when I close my eyes
my heart beats fast
as it is your love I feel.

Hand in hand we stroll,
as the day unfolds.
Entwined hearts of two,
in a bond under heavens blue.

Tears of happiness,
smiles of joy,
in a dance where
love can be enjoyed.

The magic is very real,
when I close my eyes
my heart best fast
as it is your love I feel.


Like the stars in the heavens,
unlimited the galaxies,
from my heart to yours
a love equal to eternity.

Joyous moments,
memories from you and I,
entwine our yesterdays
for a limited amount of time.


I felt myself drifting to the place and time,
from the moment you touched this heart of mine.
Soaring like bird set free, reaching out beyond a dream,
I found myself once more in your arms.

Nothing can change it,
time can't even rearrange it,
stronger with each day,
our love is here to stay.

I had this frustrating dream of trying to get out of a building and there were two people with me. But I can't really focus on who the people are , except for the difficult and utterly extreme ways they came up with to get out of a room. One was to get the car to rise to a window, we had to fill the room with water and jump into the water, get into the car through a small window. After what seemed like forever in the dream of trying to escape, the door opens and we walk out of the room. As we are walking away I look back to see my grandmothers garden of flowers. I analyzed my own dream as to mean simply that we try to complicate what is as easy as opening the door.
In reality we can be trapped by circumstances and our choices. There is no doubt that we can complicate the simplicity of life. As I made several excuses as why I didn't want to attend the concert last night, I had to find the one reason why I did. As I listened to the music being played and enjoyed being out, I found myself connecting the dream to reality. There is no doubt that responsibility comes with various locks, locks that were placed for very long periods of time. Unlocking the many doors can be simple as turning the door knob.
Somehow freedom comes to mind. I looked over the milestones in personal and professional achievements. With so very little so much was achieved. In a house with so many doors, I had to find away to open them. The most important blockade to remove were the wall of fear and the wall of unknown , which found me at the door of confidence.
Preparing for another season reveals the courage it takes to rise above the negative that surrounds me. Still I feel as if I am at the bottom of a hill trying to drag a barrage of heaviness over the hill. I am but one piece of a larger puzzle. To remove myself from the puzzle, I become but one piece with its own entity. Somehow that feels like an impossible feat as we are all entwined.

I found the freedom,
was always with me,
to live and love as
love would have it be.

The power is given at birth,
even if destiny need be unearthed.
The journey is ours alone,
decision making wherever we go.

Piece by piece time reveals,
like the puzzle of life
a image soon will

The only control we can have over tomorrow,
is in our actions today.

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

shhhh...whispers of love

The past has no reigns on my tomorrow,
for I hold the pen that writes the next chapter.
It was the willow  that took to the wind,
and the oak that stood strong.
I am emptying buckets...
I get up, brush my teeth, shower,
have a cup of tea and find solitude
that as simple as those things maybe,
they are indeed need of celebration.
On the journey I saw the path of experience.
determination, fear, struggle, battle,
sorrow, happiness , desire, and love,
I am most grateful for love.


I thought circumstance and choice wrote the script,
but I am beginning to believe it truly lays in the
hands of fate.

I am counting down,
tossing the days away,
leaving winter behind
as I celebrate a spring day.

There is ice and snow
and no where to go,
weather warnings
remind us winter hasn't
gone away.

I am counting down,
tossing the days away,
leaving winter behind
as I celebrate a spring day.

Can't be to long ,
a few weeks away,
rain will be falling
and wind blowing our

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Love Speaks of Rainbows, Sunshine and Dreams

Sunshine and laughter
blue skies and dreams,
rainbows that arch
a bridge of believe.

I am here waiting,
always to be true,
my heart speaks
only of love for you.

Sunshine and laughter,
blue skies and dreams,
rainbows that arch,
a bridge of believe.

Rose on a summer day,
fragrance sweet never fades.
Sight so I  may see,
the beauty of a dream.

Unlock the door,
open windows
and see the world
like never before.

Rose on a summer day,
fragrance sweet never fades.
Sight so I may see,
the beauty of a dream.

Blue stars and blue seas,
reflection of a memory,
Magical as it can be,
there is love and you and me.

Rose on a summer day,
fragrance sweet never fades.
Sight so I may see,
the beauty of a dream.

There was so much laughter
till the tears washed it away.

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Cloud Dancing

I need not promise my love,
for it was yours from day one.
Choices and challenges with each passing day.
I was torn between the beauty of a snow storm
and the danger of that which we cannot see.
The irony of people is for all the differences,
they are pretty much hardwired the same way.
Think Island, warm waters,
white sands and my arms
to hold you.
Those who squawk that they are dying,
fail to realize everyone and everything does.
I embraced my pillow
and it was as if the distance between us faded.
There is only one thing better than falling asleep in your arms
and that is waking up in them.
Love is so amazing
that it views beauty with every breath.
History reveals what tomorrow will bring
for there are only so many combinations to a moment in time.
It is a remarkable view from the clouds,
but even more so from the heart.
Haunting the darkness,
the silhouette of two,
identifying the heart,
I recognized you.
Pages that burn like a fire in the wind,
leave an emptiness in the soul.
When the tears of the heart clear,
it is amazing what you can see.
I decided to give my heart a rest
and let reality guide me.
Dry tears are those that cannot be seen
and yet they still puddle in the heart.
It is worth one day,
to experience that of forever.
I wouldn't want to relive my youth,
it was tough the first time around.
I am a people person and not...
I still believe in the power of love.

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Deep Into My Heart

My feet began dancing,
as I tried to hold them down,
but I felt myself drifting to
those big old puffy clouds.
You were there waiting,
with your hand out to me,
as you pulled me on the clouds
and danced to our heart strings.
It is okay if I am dreaming,
don't dare wake me now,
I'd like to keep this moment,
till my feet are back on the ground.
This must be paradise this dream of mine,
flowers drift at sea and you here with me.
There must be paradise this dream of mine,
so gentle and complete seared to memory.

I've dreamt of you a thousand times,
a heart that warms the coldest nights.

You found your way deep into my heart,
as quickly as a the blaze of a falling star.
There was something so amazing that it
took me by surprise and it was as  if I
were dreaming and never opened up
 my eyes.

The script was written by the angels above
that is how I recognized the reality of love.
I thought I knew how it was meant to be ,
until you showed me what caring really means.

You found your way deep into my heart,
as quickly as the blaze of a falling star.
There was something so amazing that it
took me by surprise and it was as if I
were dreaming and never opened up
my eyes.


My heart was given the sight to see,
the beauty of love and the magic of a dream.
Sometimes ten and occasionally sixteen,
with you reality takes on the make believe.

You are in my heart and I am in yours,
that is how love should be in the forevermore.
From the moment I wake up till I go to sleep,
you are with me in my day and in my dreams.

My heart was given the sight to see,
the beauty of love and the magic of a dream.
Sometimes ten and occasionally sixteen,
with you reality takes on the make believe.

Whispering Heart

Midnight dishes and I am mopping the floor,
I spent my morning dreaming of my forevermore.
I'm in the kitchen dancing and singing silly songs
wishing you were  truly here in my arms.

Midnight dishes and I am mopping the floor,
I spent my morning dreaming of my forevermore.
Your energy turns this bitter winter to spring
like the magic of a beautiful dream.

                                 Takes to the wind and sets my soul free.

Silence in the circle,
round and round I go,
reaching for your hand,
like a troubled Van Gogh.

Closed the door on yesterday,
the chapter begins a new.
Like the writing of the heart,
scripting sweet love for you.

Thursday, February 12, 2015

Merely Rambling Thoughts

The silhouette of two souls joined together
pirouette like angels cascading from the heavens,
a revelation of love transcending like summer in a snow storm.
The still water iced over by the bitterness of winter,
cast a reflection of truth that leads us to tomorrow.
It is more  pleasurable to soften the heart with love,
than to harden it with hatred and fear.

I saw the fern battle for the light through the newly fallen,
a reminder that spring is not gone, but a supporting cast of winter.
We have a road before 
with a few more hills than anticipated.
For a moment I thought that time stood still,
the clocks battery needed replaced.
I liked the simplicity of a Daisy,the beauty of a Rose
 and the fragrance sweet of summer.
Music of the wind, song of the heart
accompanied by the soul out performs any concert.

I took a few chapters and tossed them away,
no place in my soul for the dark and the gray.
I started anew and pulled out of the blue,
the warmth of happiness that suddenly grew.

It took the chill of winter and melted it away
and brought a bit of sunshine to brighten my day.
The summer flower blooming in the season of tomorrow,
revealed there is much more to life than deep sorrow.

I'll spend not a moment of what has taken to the wind,
for I working on the now ,yesterday has come to and end.
Once anchored to a story where the abyss held the pen,
I began writing and will continue the very end.

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Be My Valentine

There are many legends that revolve around Valentines day, from Saint Valentine who was imprisoned for performing marriages to soldiers and other  who believe Saint Valentine was the Saint of Spring. No matter how Valentines day got its beginning, it is a time where we put extra emphasis on love. I would like to think Saint Valentine truly is the Saint of Spring. Spring the season of hope, faith , life. new beginnings.  The changing of the season reveals the blooming of flowers that once held their own through the harsh and may I say wicked winter. Though I shouldn't be so hard on the season of winter , for it come with its own beauty and is only truly seen when shared with love, in love, for love. Going with a traditional Valentine Day,  " Be My Valentine"

Simple cutouts,
heart shaped designs,
to tell you that I love you,
love you for all time.

A child like celebration,
with a story to tell,
from that first hello,
I fell into your spell.

Treasures of life,
memories times two,
when hearts come together
you'll see what love can do.

Monday, February 09, 2015

Sings...It feels like spring is here....

It feels like spring is here,
it's the good night love we share,
my heart retreating, simply believing
that spring is almost here.

It feels like spring is here,
your love makes it feel near,
melting the snow, the ice has to go,
with you I have not a care.

It feels like spring is here,
to winter I say disappear,
the skies are blue and my
heart true to you my dear.,

It feels like spring is here,
as I dance here and there,
my heart is singing and I
am dreaming of my
sweet teddy bear.

It feels like spring is here,
there is song in the air,
my feet off the ground,
I can't hold down I am
floating in the air.

Forever Love

There will  be a time when we no longer walk this earth,
but our love will live on through the written words.
I carefully displayed in their own unique way,
the emotions we shared day after day.

We talk before the sunrise early in the morn,
well before we know what the day has in store.
The script of memories secured safely in the heart,
burst unto the heavens to display like a galaxy of stars.

It might be a word or a paragraph or two,
that breaks the barriers of time with what love can do.
I merely rearranged words on a page
so our forever love will live on for an endless amount of days.

Wednesday, February 04, 2015

Through The Night

If I ask for you to hold me,
in that special kind of embrace,
as close as your heart and
forever and a day.

Like the sun that warms ,
let your love flow my way,
take on my tomorrows
and rid the skies of gray.

Like an ocean hugs the shore and
the dreams rule the starry skies,
allow our souls to entwine and
guide us through the night.