Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Monday, July 30, 2018

Gold Dust

I felt the stillness,
if stillness can be felt
like a canvas of the hills
without movement of a clock.

I whispered in the silence
to a migrating flock ,
take north the words of love
from my heart unlocked.

Journey with great speed
and soar the heavens high,
over rivers and mountains
with a lifetimes supply.

Share the morning and
the moon and stars at night ,
through the words of love
as the birds in flight arrive.

It's in everything you see
and all that you touch,
as my love for you is
sprinkled like gold dust.











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