Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Wednesday, November 08, 2017

Snuggling

Push or Pull ...




No fairytale or fantasy
as the story will be told, 
one heart met another and
entwined both became full.

Filled with happiness 
from each waking hour 
and peace and contentment
that a soul so devours.

Unlike sand in an hourglass
through time will pass away,
the love deep in our hearts 
will always and forever remain. 

No worries about the sand 
that falls within each day,
as each holds a memory
one that will never fade.









When our wants and needs align,


my wanting you is the same as my needing you.

~

In my utopia everything is as is should be...
smiles in warm thoughts.

~

The reality reveals behind 
the gray clouds the sky really is blue.

~

Imagine for one moment a world 
where everyone's choices were empowered by love.




The teardrop is heavier 
with each memory...'tis  "the weight of a tear."

~



Memories are like chapters,
I'd like to burn a few.

~





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