Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Saturday, August 13, 2016

Blah, blah , blah

When I reach for a memory wonderful and kind,
it is you my love that comes to mind. 


I wake with you in my heart
and carry you through the day,
till the stars take to the sky,
I fall to dreams of you and I. 

Surreal the visuals and
the magic that transpires,
as I feel your love 
set my soul on fire. 

Sweet fragrance fills the air,
Gardenia blooms everywhere.
Summer weather now in gear
a few more weaks for us
to share.

It is not that I look to see
the visuals with my mind,
the images secured within
my heart closely entwined.

1 comment:

Margie said...

Beautiful poem, Rachel