Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Tuesday, October 11, 2016

Autumn Breeze

Just me and the dream
with the whip-poor-will bird,
completely out of sight
yet its song can be heard.

The moonlight glowing,
the wind through the trees
and my heart takes to
dancing with the autumn
breeze.

Here in the moment,
you are by my side
as I open my heart
and close my eyes.

Just me and the dream
withe whip-poor-will bird,
completely out of sight
yet its song can be heard.





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