Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Friday, April 02, 2021

The Magnet

 The heavens must have directed

this script written from above, 

that you should be the magnet

and I should be your love. 


The path paved with need

and yes a little want , 

to spend a day with you 

cradled one to one. 


No worries, tears or heartache

nor sorrow can be found, 

only joy and happiness 

fall like star dust to the ground. 


I caught it in my heart

dreamt up by the soul, 

the magic of a life time 

that has a magnetic hold. 



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