Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Monday, April 13, 2015

Brief Thoughts

Like the wind upon your cheek
your love awakens the joy within my heart.
Some chapters faded beyond the fond memories,
while others leave a bold imprint upon my soul.
There is magic in music,
like the songs of the soul played
on the strings of the heart.
I don't know if I could dance all night,
but my head on shoulders I surely might snore the night away.
The daffodils pierced the leaves of fall,
as if introducing one season to another.

There are many ways to interpret life,
those are the on going lessons.



1 comment:


the song I will fall asleep to this evening. Join me