Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Sunday, November 24, 2019

Just a dream or two

To love is nice,
to be loved is magic, 
to love and be loved 
is the ultimate indeed.

I woke up in song,
in  a dance with you
I quivered as I felt
the love of two.

Peace had fallen
from heaven above,
sending your passion
with two as one.

~

Kissing pillows and
holding blankets tight,
I must have been dreaming
you were here by myside.

I sighed  at the thought
that dreams come true
as I watched the darkness lift
and reveal skies of blue.



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