Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Wednesday, February 07, 2024

wake up

 There was something in 

the song that I heard, 

not merely the words

as the memories rushed in. 


I could feel it take a hold of me

like some foolish daydream,

and once more I found my self

there in your arms. 


I'm gonna hold on tight 

to the warmth and sunlight, 

to all that you have brought 

sweetly here to me. 


You might never understand

the hearts demands 

as I wake up in the dreams

of those magical yesterdays. 






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