Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Sunday, November 15, 2020

Faith

 The wind wrestled through the leaves on the trees,

the few that had not fallen with the Autumn breeze.

The season has spoken in a story book way, 

with beginnings and endings day after day. 


The sun still shines above the grey clouds,

as the rain keeps falling down, 

stars await to shine to replace the daylight

with the magic of rhyme. 


I won't let the darkness in , 

it's not worth the pain or the sin.

From day to day the heavens appear

with the hope that the angels will share.


The sweetness of true love

not a story of the games by one, 

I believe if you believe it too,

as we meet above the heavens blue.


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