Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Friday, September 01, 2017

Fa, la , la My Darling

Might not be angels
or a song bird on a tree
but the sound of music
accompanies me.

Sing fa, la , la my darling
fa, la, la here with me,
listen to your heart
and follow your dream.

The silence is broken
with the hum of my soul,
no words are needed
as the love unfolds.

Sing fa, la , la my darling
fa, la, la here with me,
listen to your heart
and follow your dream.

Cold and dreary
with rain falling down
as I take to my pillow
and snuggle it around.

Sing fa, la , la my darling
fa, la, la here with me,
listen to your heart
and follow your dream.

Spending the day thinking of you
remembering when the skies were blue,
closing my eyes and the sunshine appears
that is what happens when we dare to share.

Sing fa, la , la my darling
fa, la, la here with me,
listen to your heart
and follow your dream.


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