Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Monday, May 26, 2025

...in Mine.

 I feel the sun shining 

through the tree's leaves

as I feel your sweet love

through the rain. 


Somethings never ever end

lasting forever and a day,

finding their place in my heart

that is where the love remains.


Waking up each morning

singing songs of love,

it brings a touch of calm 

that can end any storm. 


The sky is never bluer 

and the sun so warm and bright

as I gaze into the  stream mirror

I found you by myside.


Your hand locked in mine,

our hearts and souls entwined.

We wrote the book on love 

that now rules time. 








Set My Soul Free

 Surreal the dream 

it brought you here to me, 

the visual so amazing 

it conflicts with reality.


Calming and yet restless

I saw you sitting there, 

it brought a sense of normal

to the time we shared.


I play the moment 

over and over again, 

to keep you close at heart 

to a love that has no end.


I can't speak for you 

only for myself and 

so I go about documenting

what I truly felt.


You entered my world

setting my soul free 

and when I need to see you

I close my eyes and begin

to dream. 



Sunday, May 25, 2025

Take the Ribbon from my hair

 The weather near perfect,

as the sun was beating down,

and the stillness of the morning 

a scene from natures rounds.


I sat there watching 

as the stream trickled over the rock

and I thought about the moments 

that through my soul talked. 


I wanted to share 

this moment of bliss

if only to share with you

just one sweet kiss. 


The rooster sprawled 

bathing in the sun, 

and a tear drop fell 

as this day dream was done. 


Good bye morning 

take the sorrow away

and leave with me the story

for another day. 


~

The songs that make a moment,

the story that has yet to be told, 

from the magic of sweet love 

that has and everlasting hold. 


Emotions run deep

I wonder where you are, 

as I gaze upon the night sky

looking at that special star.


No more tears shall fall, 

no heart will once more break, 

as I go about loving you

day after day.





Thursday, May 22, 2025

One

 The red robins are all nested

their babies waiting to be fed, 

found in various locations

new beginnings from old ends. 


Mock orange blossoms 

are trailing to the ground, 

sweet petals of white 

are gently falling down.


The silence is broken

by the many tree frogs, 

as they go about courting

with a song that sounds like

a round.


So I sit here all alone 

as I whisper to the wind,

send my words of love

that he may listen in. 


From my lips a kiss

and from my heart the love, 

that united the two of us 

forever into one.








Merry Go Round

 The rain keeps falling, 

the sun hides behind the clouds, 

the mountains all stand tall 

as the river of emotions are drowned.


Fickle the season of spring

temperatures jump all around,

makes for a melancholy evening

as I daydream in this merry go round.







Tuesday, May 20, 2025

Rambling Wild Rose

 It is your gentleness and kindness that made me aware of what I was lacking. 


Living in a dream.


Screaming on the inside.


Holding on to the beautiful moments, those which are far and few in between.



It is not necessarily the warmth of the sun but its light that get me moving 


The silence bothers me the most..


My heart and soul battle but it is the instinctive feeling within that speaks volumes. 



Miles

 I promised myself I would write

document the meaning of love, 

from the very first hello , 

the words from my heart came.


It's not of a fairytale making

maybe my imagination gone wild,

but the emotions run deeply 

in this most unusual style. 


Streams run into the river

and the river to the ocean mouth, 

like the love I have for you 

crosses over the many miles. 


Cool and Windy Day

 Cool and windy spring day 

as the sunshine fades away, 

tree frogs have gone to sleep

 and the fish move on down stream. 


Under a blanket and just wasting time, 

daydreaming of the days of you and I.

Visuals that seem so real almost as if

your arms I can truly feel.


Wishful thinking at its best 

the world sometimes is a mess, 

I escape in my own way

on this cool, windy day.


Thursday, May 15, 2025

Loving You

 Somethings never leave you. It could be a comment a stranger said or something you saw or heard. Out of the blue something will trigger a memory and it will bring it all back as if it were yesterday. 


The ending of a fairytale, 

a romance movie at its best, 

the laughter shared between two, 

and the attraction put to a test. 


Song lyrics felt written for us, 

a blend of love and a hint of lust. 

Savoring all the moments and

replaying a few as I go about 

loving you. 





Wednesday, May 14, 2025

We

 Tomorrow will come and I will still love, 

something inside of me just can't let go. 

It might sound crazy to hold on to yesterday

but the power of love rules in its own way.


I want to believe in the magic of dreams,

the fairytale endings of happily after.

From the first something was anew

everything changed and the world took

on a different hue.


Foolish as it may seem to be, 

I feel your love deep within me.

From the moment I wake up 

till I'm fast asleep you're my 

every thought and every thought

is we. 

I


One

 One heaven above us, 

one earth below, 

our hearts as one

as our souls joined long ago.


No distance between us, 

no matter where we are, 

as I feel your love within me

united two into one from afar. 

Sunday, May 11, 2025

Memories

 Each night as I close my eyes, 

I trace with my mind my way to you.

Feel the energy, the love that I have,

as I reach on out and hold on to you.


Empowered by the stars above 

reminders of our special love, 

One heaven above us, one earth below

you're always with me this you must know.


Each night as I close my eyes, 

taking a deep sigh I wipe a tear from my eye.

Not happiness or sadness but somewhere in between,

as I go about living on those sweet memories.


Friday, May 09, 2025

Missing You

 I can't explain the feeling, 

or to put emotions at bay, 

as I am caught up in the memories

and missing you more each day.


The ache on a slow simmer

as it never goes away, 

brings a tear to the eye

like rain on a dark day..


Two souls in passing

hearts fragile at best

encountered wasted years

in this life long test.


I tried to let it go

to welcome a new day, 

but somehow the yesterdays

from my heart have yet to fade.




Being Me

 Accepting who you are creates a sense of peace. 



The world is changing but as they say not always for the better.


Once upon a memory...


It is quite frightening to step into the mind of another. 


I was once afraid of my emotions, until I realized that all we an b responsible for is elf and then I learned to enjoy my feelings.


Loving you has made this journey bearable.





Thursday, May 08, 2025

Today

 We are an accumulation of our experiences. 


Everyone has at least one story, some more than others.


The beautiful experience are like a buoy, I often reach for them. 


The body's reaction tells all, I guess that is what they call " gut instinct"


When I think of you I still get that warm fuzzy feeling. 


Most people judge by the outer shell but there is a lot more to being human.


I can only be responsible for my own feelings .


I marvel at the return of the seasons...life goes on.





Sunday, May 04, 2025

Energy

 The apple blossoms of spring are in bloom 

and there I sit and ponder of my love for you.

Deep in thought, tracing the memories of my mind

as I reflect on the passing of time. 


The fish are jumping as they migrate down the stream,

with tree frogs singing their melodic mating song.

It almost seem perfect on this sunny spring day 

except I sit alone thinking of the absence that remains.


I could feel the energy as if you were here with me 

and then I pinch myself as a reminder it's a dream.

You'd think there would be no more tears to fall 

but sorrow and heartache have their own set of laws.


I once heard of the healing that comes with time 

but somethings never diminish to only outlast a rhyme.

Words written to forever remain and like the passing seasons

accumulate quickly and become deeply ingrained.