Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Sunday, February 28, 2016

Where Our Love Dwells



The morning moon
still shining bright
bridges mountains
to love unite.

Deep with devotion,
the sentiment felt
explores the passion
on my knees I knelt.

I need not speak
or whispers send
for deep in silence
our souls ascend.

Bonded two as one
script upon the heart
the eternal seal of
our precious love.

No more yearning,
the truth speaks clear,
the moment of love
from the day we shared.

Crush the darkness
with stars of bright
from your heart
the guiding light.

Enjoy the moment
it's forever ours
the spell unbroken
where our love dwells.

~

I don't see a rainbow,
my blue skies all but gone
and the sun had faded as
I daydream in your arms.

I don't wanna wake up
if it means you are not here,
I'm dancing with memories
my heart dares to share.
~


I can't find the words
to tell you how I feel,
this love of you and I
could never be mirrored.

Greater than the greatest
as wonderful as can be,
the love we share rules
day and night dreams.

I hear your voice
in every love song,
feel your embrace
to right the wrong.

I can't find the words
to tell you how I feel,
this love of you and I
could never be mirrored.

You're the lead in our love story,
my companion and my friend,
the sweet love of my life
and that I don't pretend.

~
Share the air
that you breathe,
wake up in the morn
beyond the dreams.

Breakfast for two and
a kiss on your cheek,
hands embraced and
love filled memories.

Snuggling with you,
just to watch you sleep
or sharing in the moment
where your smile is
all I'll see.





~
It has been said that "for everything there is a season." Many years ago a friend sent me a book "A Conversation with God." The book was chapters that basically said good or bad our journey was meant to be. Life is filled with experiences both good and bad. Every experience unique to each individual as you cannot compare as they say" apples to oranges."
We moved many times when I was a child and for some reason, I can't open the doors to any of those houses in my mind. Well that is except for the basement of one when I was maybe six years old. It had two adjoining rooms with dirt floors and walls that were not quite finished. The rooms were separated by a curtain and on one side my father had his Ham radio. It was a two way radio set up where he could talk with people from around the world. I remember hearing voices in different languages and he would spend hours talking and listening. On the other side I had a little table set up and my mother had dishes packed away. China from various places such as Germany and France. Delicately designed and fragile teapots and tea cups. I would listen to the radio and pretend that I was having tea parties in different places in the world. Concrete walls and dirt floors faded as the imagination created visions of beautiful places. I can't remember the upstairs, living room or bedrooms, etc.  but the place where I spent hours playing was somehow my escape. I had away of running without ever moving my feet.
I once thought the experiences created character but in all reality character chooses how we respond to experience. The gates are always there we choose which ones to open and which ones to go through and who will journey along with us. Fate obviously plays a part as people are set in our path at particular times and places.

The Gateway To Your Heart

I surely wasn't looking
and certainly not prepared
for the gateway to love
revealed that you cared.

On this crazy journey
that we all call life,
placed your hand in mine
as our souls entwined.

Chapter upon chapter
blown in the wind
except for the ones
that you are in.

You are special and
wonderful indeed,
as you dared to journey
along side me.

~

Dancing with an angel
or laying in your arms,
sharing sweet kisses
both near and from afar.

Pleasuring the moment with
this most unselfish love.
I give to you my heart
and you sent yours down
from above.

Dancing with an angel
or laying in your arms,
sharing sweet kisses
both near and from afar.

Gazing at the moonlight,
jumping star to star,
our hearts race as our
souls have come so far.

Dancing with an angel
or laying in your arms,
sharing sweet kisses
both near and from afar.

~
I woke up to the sunshine
and fell asleep to the rain
and it all seem so perfect
as our love free reined.

We took to the heavens
our souls soaring high
and fell back to earth
from the blue of the sky.

Two complete as one,
when hearts overflowed
and sealed this most
perfect love.




















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