Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Tuesday, April 21, 2020

Holding Hands

When our fingers interlock
a bond our souls made,
adding another moment
in forever's day by day.

Tightly woven and
stronger with each day,
as we hold hands
in our very own way.

~

Maybe I am dreaming
but I feel you in my arms,
maybe I am dreaming
but I feel the beat of your heart.

It eased the moment
brought a peace to my soul,
comforted in away that
strengthens the hold.

Maybe I am dreaming
but I feel you in my arms,
maybe I am dreaming
but I feel the beat of your heart.

~








Take it to the heart
let it reinvent the words of love,
simply spell it out and release
it from the heavens above.

Like a song yet to be sung
with the lyrics still not written,
may you hear the sounds of love
as my heart sings out for you.




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