Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Sunday, February 19, 2017


Cities with buildings high and
clouds stretched over blue skies,
the view that everyone will see
is not the same for you and me.

There is nothing between us,
life is bridged by the heart
as you have been with me
from the very start.

I need not travel to know
our love continues to grow,
your the sunrise each morn
and the kiss goodnight and
the love of my life.

Reached for your hand 
and found your heart.


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