Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Sunday, June 10, 2018

Out the window

I glanced out the window
and the sun shined bright,
I felt myself drift through
the days of my life.

Time had passed and I
knew not what to do,
so I began daydreaming
sweet dreams of you.

I glanced out the window
and the sun shined bright,
I felt myself drift through
the days of my life.

The chapter on kindness
and the joy of your touch,
meant so much more
with the sprinkle of love.

I glanced out the window
and the sun shined bright,
I felt myself drift through
the days of my life.

I tore out the pages of
sadness and sorrow,
as I flipped to the end
and the future I borrowed.

I glanced out the window
and the sun shined bright,
I felt myself drift through
the days of my life.



~

Whispering willow
its branches flow,
in the wind a love
continues to grow.

Touches my heart
embraces my soul,
the sweetest of love
chases away the cold.

Whispering willow
its branches flow,
in the wind a love
continues to grow.

Breaks the silence
and holds me tight
from a distance the
magic delights.

Whispering willow
its branches flow,
in the wind a love
continues to grow.

~

I wrote the words of love
and scattered them to the wind,
please I begged the heavens
to the stars where it once began.

Soar above the clouds,
take presence in his heart
and remind him that he is loved,
graciously from the very start.



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