Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Thursday, December 31, 2015

The Love Of My Life

When you stop moving is when
 the mind goes into overdrive.
Sings ...
You're the sunlight in my morning
and the shining stars of the night,
the bluest blue in my sky and
the love of my life.

You're the joy in each moment
we have dared to share,
the magic in a love song that
gives to life its own flair.

You're the sunlight in my morning
and the shining stars of the night,
the bluest blue in my sky and
the love of my life.

You're the shining rainbow
on a dark and cloudy day
crossing the mountains
to bring you're love my way.

You're the sunlight in my morning
and the shining stars of  the night,
the bluest blue in my sky and
the love of my life.

You're the silence that
teases my restless soul
and you're the angel
who saved this silly fool.

You're the sunlight in my morning
and the shining stars of the night,
the bluest blue in my sky and
the love of my life.


There are times like the rabbit that finds itself circling round and round that I find the further I travel the less territory I cover. For there was a moment where loneliness ruled the night, which still rules through the center of my being. I am with you and not, faraway and yet close, filled and love and yet drowning in the void.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Happy New Year!!!
TO-NY

Anonymous said...

Happy New Year!!

Anonymous said...

HNY!