Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Sunday, March 29, 2020

Thought

There is a song that I sing
it celebrates the first of spring,
there is a dream that I live
that brings you here to me.

No need to go on searching
as the answers will prevail,
we challenged the mountain
and made the storm stand still.

The bagpipes are playing
the flowers blanket the hills,
as the sun shines down
your love is what I feel.

Lifts my spirit
to a place of calm,
just the thought of you
laying here in my arms.

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