Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Tuesday, October 16, 2018

Brightest Star

My feet aren't moving, yet
I'm running just the same,
soaring to the clouds and
into your arms each day.

Gazing upon the heavens
at the stars shining bright,
I can feel your connection
in this embrace we call life.

Far and yet near
in my heart a place we share,
wonderful and loving
only happiness is here.

Teardrops are falling
to cleanse this soul of mine,
leaving only your imprint
till the end of time.

My feet aren't moving yet
I'm running just the same, 
soaring to the clouds and
into your arms each day.






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