Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Thursday, December 15, 2016

Evening Skies

When stars scatter
over evening skies
the dreams of love
my heart confides.

Sleep well my darling
and wake unto me,
that is how each day
was meant to be.

Peaceful and loving
no magic of sort,
the soul in motion
is what we court.

When stars scatter
over evening skies
the dreams of love
my heart confides.




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