Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Thursday, December 10, 2015

The Heart holds the pen

It is past my getting up time,
I dreamt both night and day,
I didn't want to wake up and
have your vision fade away.

It was the sharing of a moment,
simple things we say and do,
that make this life so darn special
that I'd spend it dreaming, dreams
of you.

~

Spinning around in circles
and all seems so fine but
when I stand still a tear
drop falls from my eyes.

As long as I am moving,
sorrow has no place for you
and I, but when I stop spinning
the memories haunt this soul
of mine.
~
I took a page of life
and I tossed it to the wind,
wasn't sure if it was a
beginning or simply and end.

The page of life soared
to the heavens it flew
with the wind behind it
reached the sky blue.

The sun came out shining
and the page to earth fell
and to my surprise it had
no words written on it at all.

I asked about the timing
and I quivered at the response,
that each day belongs to
the love within our hearts.

I took a page of life and
I tossed it to the wind and
it quickly returned with
the words" your heart holds
the pen"








Close your eyes,
close your eyes,
close your eyes
and open up your
heart.

I can see the love
in the dark of night
like angels of heaven
we dance on clouds high.

Close your eyes,\
close your eyes,
close your eyes
and open up your
heart.

Hold my hand
and follow me,
we challenge the day
to find our destiny.

Close your eyes,
close your eyes,
close your eyes
and open up your
heart.

~

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