Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Friday, August 14, 2015

The Treasure

My heart holds the memories,
I keep close the ones of you,
positive, warm and  loving
where skies are always blue.

This treasure is so powerful
it makes a mountain small
and turns the sea into a puddle
removing all barriers and walls.

It wakes me in the morning
calm with peace and joy
leaving a smile upon my face
inquisitive and coy.

Carries me through the day
when darkness is abode
replaces it with gems of love
that leaves a subtle glow.

The treasure is so amazing,
like the moon that rules the night,
it is there to watch over me
like a kiss from you good night.

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