Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Saturday, September 08, 2018

Light


The porch light is burning
I dare not turn the light off,
till you find the place of love
sweetly resting in my heart.

Like the moon shining bright
guides me through the night,
closing the gap of distance
it's in your arms for life.

The path is lit before us
eternal beyond all time,
our souls have come together
and no one or nothing can
divide.





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