Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Wednesday, June 10, 2015

We Own The Moment

Can you hear the whispers?
the whispers of my heart,
I sent them to you
via a summer storm.

It's the sound of rain,
the feel of the wind,
the fury of thunder
from deep within.

Can you hear the song?
sung from my soul,
the music of angels
to the love I hold.

It's the magic of the night,
when silence fades away
and all that you'll hear
is the love that remains.


We own the moment,
the moment is ours
close your eyes and
allow your heart to
spark like a fire.

Flames of passion
and a deep desire
to share our love
each moment of the hour.

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