Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Wednesday, November 10, 2021

In My Heart

 The wind danced upon the trees

like a ballet of an autumn breeze.

The sky a bold and bright blue 

cloudless allows the sun to shine

through.


Melancholy the inner spirit

as I find myself a drift to you, 

the whispers take to the heavens

hoping the whispers surface in you.


I retreated to my bedroom

as the silence took control, 

I held my pillow tightly

wondering if you ever thought

of me too. 


The hum needed no words

the sounds deep within my heart

replaced any trace of tears

with an image of you from afar.


Is this a childish game of love

or am I a fool from the start?

To unlock the gateway and

allow you here in my heart.


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