Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Tuesday, September 29, 2020

King

 No barriers between us 

nor mountains, rivers or sea's, 

when I need you close to me

I close my eyes and dream. 


Might not be of castles

but you my love are still the king,

as I lay a blanket upon the clouds

and pull you here next to me. 


The catalyst is sweet memories 

for that I have more than  a few, 

as I replay them in my mind

the love of two floods thru. 




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