Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Tuesday, June 21, 2022

Locked

 Open the gates to the memories 

the flash a flood washes over the mind, 

I see life in various forms 

as I wonder just what tomorrow has 

in store. 


Our wants and needs are many 

and the road takes many a turn, 

looking for the right direction 

that leads me to your door. 


No sorrow or heartbreak, 

no tears from these eyes of mine,

I have wasted so many years 

on a path that had me walking

blind. 


There is a haunt from silence

a stillness that can't be explained,

I quickly close my eyes 

and envision your hand locked 

in mine.






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