Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Tuesday, November 19, 2019

Sunshine

I'm not here to sing a sad song,
no skies of gray for you and I.
I reached out to hold your hand
and felt your love warm like
sunshine.

I'm not betting on tomorrow,
I'll take the day as it comes.
I'm grateful for each moment
we share in this special love.

I'm not here to sing a sad song,
no skies of gray for you and I.
I thought of you and I giggled
a celebration heart, soul and mind.

The stars are shining down upon us
their great weave a story to tell,
I think you must be the angel
and from the heavens you fell.

I'm not here to sing a sad song,
no skies of gray for you and I.
There is something to the moment
as I felt you in these arms off mine.




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