Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Thursday, May 07, 2020

The Pen

I'm giving you the pen
so you can script the day,
it doesn't really matter
the time or the place.

As long as I am with you
and you are here with me,
we will conquer the barriers
that dare to block our way.

The heavens penned love
and this is how I know,
from the moment I met you
I've replayed that first hello.

I'm giving you the pen
so you can script the day,
it doesn't really matter
the time or the place.

In the heavens above
or here down on earth,
each moment I share with you
has a special kind of worth.

Our paradise is in the making
it's that special kind of love,
unique in its very own way
 our two souls are now one.

I'm giving you the pen 
so you can script the day,
it doesn't really matter
the time or the place.

As long as we are together
there is nothing we can't do,
we have taken the gray skies and
made them a shade of baby blue.

It put sunshine in the picture
to brighten up all our day,
a love that is so empowering
it made mountains and rivers
fade.

I'm giving you the pen 
so you can script the day,
it doesn't really matter
the time or the place.

I left it in your hands
to document our sweet love,
visualize the coming together
and merging one to one.

Follow your instinct
and open up your heart,
bridge the distance
with a stroke that brings
you from afar.

I'm giving you the pen 
so you can script the day,
it doesn't really matter
the time or the place.












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