Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Saturday, November 26, 2016

My Thinking Place


This place never changes
though the seasons come and go,
here at my thinking place
that erases all signs of woe.

It's as if God redirected
and somehow would know,
the path that we would take
would allow our love to grow.

It's the experience of the heart
and the meeting of two souls ,
that entwined both together
in an everlasting hold.

This place never changes
though the seasons come and go,
here at my thinking place
that erases all signs of woe.

















No comments: