Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Monday, April 06, 2015

Breaking the Silence

Hold my hand....tighter.
You cannot steal what is already yours,
my heart, my soul, my love.

~When I am caught up in the moment of loneliness,
I close my eyes take a deep breath and pull you close.


My strength teeters on your energy...

If tears could make a difference....I would already be in your arms.

1 comment:


geographical distance can never be a challenge when we are a simple thought away from each other. I will always be there to hold your hand, heart and soul and I cherish your love every moment of every day.