Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Wednesday, January 22, 2020

Paradise

Not a castle above the heavens
nor a private island at sea,
you're the joy that found
a place peacefully within me.

The feelings are exactly 
as they should always be,
an explosion of happiness
that teeters on a dream.

Utter perfection
like a sunny day in spring,
makes my heart race
and to each beat I sing.

My want of you is as great as my need for you,
 for your touch, your whisper, your love.


No comments: