Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Monday, November 29, 2021

In the Chill

 The start of winter

another chapter or two, 

I don't understand this life

and what we do. 


Snow is falling 

with the whispers of wind

like a dance upon the mountain

as each day begins. 


I feel the magic within 

as your love reaches out

and lets the warmth of

the sunshine in. 


I needed to be closer 

and there is no running away, 

I took to my pillow to dream

that in my arms you lay.


I hold on to you 

as you feel like a day in spring

bringing your love via my

nightly dreams. 






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