Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Sunday, June 19, 2016

Early Sunday Morning

Early Sunday morning
before the sun has yet to rise,
the birds are at my window
whistling of love ties.

Restless is this soul
caught up in dream,
visions of you and I
entwined to memory.

I embrace the moment
your love infused my heart
and set it ablaze like a
million lit stars.

Early Sunday morning
before the sun has yet to rise,
the birds are at my window
whistling of love ties.


~
There is early morning magic
empowered by love. 

~

This is the road, 
you hold my hand
and we travel on to
tomorrow's song. 


Dancing our way, 
day after day, 
to the song of love
that leads the way.

~
You are the smile of my morning,
all my thoughts are of you and
you are my nightly dreams as
I fall asleep next to you. 


I am not always awake, 
wandering the heavens blue,
searching for your soul 
in away that only dreamers do. 








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