Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Thursday, January 13, 2022

Tonight

 The song that I sing,

sounds of love making

are all but a dream 

when I think of you. 


Flowers on a hill 

and grass green, 

are all visualized 

by my memories. 


There in my heart

to be used by the mind,

when sorrow creeps in 

I begin to write in rhyme.


Words of love 

I feel for you,

scripted in the heavens

above the skies blue.


These are my memories

they are mine to keep,

to use when I need them

to see this day through.


I take to the stars

to the moon at night

knowing that they are shining

down on you tonight.




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