Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Tuesday, July 03, 2018

Next To Me




The wind through the trees
caused the leaves to sway,
like a dance on the mountain
of angels out to play.

The sun had quickly set
as if to say goodbye ,
knowing very well the
moon will light the sky.

Chance be the meeting
hearts and souls as one,
carved with the tool of faith
our love could not be undone.

Beautiful and everlasting
I felt it from deep inside
the magic of two beings
the bond of you and I.

Stars are brightly shining and
at this moment you will see,
one sky blankets over us
to unite both you and I.

My eyes a bit heavy
as I roll on over to sleep,
I reached into the thin air
and pulled you next to me.









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