Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Sunday, November 19, 2017

The Seasons Of Love

In maturity you learn to appreciate,
the beauty of love revealed by fate.
Each season has a story to tell 
as if it was written under a spell.

Kiss away the tears of life 
making each moment feel right,
as moments roll into hours 
the more of you I desire.




Snow is falling
skies are gray
as my mind
drifts away.

Water cold
like river ice
through the soul
before it takes flight.

Chill of emptiness,
a wall of despair
remove the barriers
with a prayer.

Wake unto your arms to
feel the beat of your heart,
as the night moves on
I open my eyes to find
you are gone.






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