Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Saturday, May 16, 2015

... to land upon your lips.

Listen to the hollow
and the sounds of spring,
the song birds singing
high up in the trees.

Listen to your heart
and how it speaks to you,
scripted to the heavens
in the skies so blue.

Listen to the angels
and you will surely hear,
they are singing our song
for you who dared to care.

Listen to the morning
as I send to you  my kiss,
sweet showers of love
to land upon your lips.

Listen to the dreams,
they have cast you the lead
and that is the magic
of warm memories.

Listen to the moment,
it's yours and mine alone,
no matter where we travel
the love within us flows.

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