Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Saturday, March 17, 2018

Happy ST. Patricks Day

Since I can remember music and sound had been used as away to calm and relax. My father was extremely music oriented and love to sing and dance. I guess that is where I got my love for dancing in the kitchen.  When I was a child and had a difficult time sleeping he would place his pocket watch under my pillow and I would fall asleep to the sound of the ticking. To this day sounds are still very instrumental in my moods. My father would say I was very sensitive and I was never quite sure what that meant. But as I matured I found that I am in tune with my surroundings and that sounds and music can either lift the spirit, excite it or calm and relax. I guess that is where the old adage came from " music soothes the savage beast."The computer placed a world of music at my fingertips from ethnic, folk, classical , oldies and a wide array of music.
I have fond memories of sitting around the campfire singing and Tommy belting " when Irish eyes are smiling." I have made a habit of personally selecting memories that bring the most amount of joy. I thought I'd write my own song for us.




The morning foggy
and skies are dark
and the owl hooting
strayed from a far.

Each morning surprises
with all life can bring,
when I started dancing
and began to sing.

The mountains high
and the rivers deep,
couldn't keep your
love from me.

I reached thru the darkness
with heart, soul and mind
and out of the blue came
the love of you and I .

Paradise is all it can be,
when you hold my hand
through the night to my
morning day dream.

La, la, la my sweet.
La, la, la my love,
we took on the earth
and the heavens above.

La, la, la my sweet.
La, la, la my love,
we took on the earth
and the heavens above.



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