Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Thursday, December 28, 2017

Your Arms




The snow is falling and
there's ice on the pond
as I lay here dreaming
that I'm in your arms.

Though winter is here
and the season tough,
I look to the future
of your sweet love.

I can see the flowers as
if fragrance fills the air
while I envision the love
the two of us share.

Something magical
that can't be explained
brought you to me
on that one special day.

The snow is falling and
there's ice on the pond
as I lay here dreaming
that I'm in your arms.

                                       

                                              I spoke to the angels,
                                              as my soul took flight,
                                              once kiss good morning
                                              and one kiss good night.

                                              Wishing and wanting
                                               and filled with desire
                                               as I count each second
                                               of each passing hour.

                               
                                             
                                             

From my lips a kiss
sent via the wind,
on route to land
upon your lips.

It's all I can think to do,
turn the gray skies blue
as I lay and wander in a
daydream of you.

From my heart a wish
as I quickly reminisce
on this journey where
I am there with you.

From my lips a kiss
sent via the wind,
on route to land
upon your lips.

~

Chicken soup and tea and toast time
as I dream I'm there by your side,
warm your belly on this winter day
I'm taking to dreaming we're in the
month of May.









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