Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Wednesday, July 16, 2025

Not the Keeper of Souls

 I am not the keeper of souls, 

yours and mine are free, 

to do whatever you want and

to be whoever your meant to be.


I am not the keeper of souls, 

I don't have a magical hold, 

can't make you want me

as much as I want you.


I am not the keeper of souls, 

no matter how much I try, 

whether simply a want 

can't keep you by my side.


I am not the keeper of souls,

to think so would make me a fool, 

there is a lot more going on

and destiny can't be wrong. 


I am not the keeper of souls

I don't have that kind of hold, 

as I gaze up at the blue 

I can't help but think of you. 


I am not the keeper of souls,

was is to be will be, 

I'll have to settle tonight

on those incredible dreams. 

~


Living in a dream

that is where I find you, 

whispering words of sweet

to hear you whisper back.


It felt so awful real 

your presence next to me, 

as I shared in this moment

through a special dream. 


It doesn't make much sense, 

no beginnings or no ends, 

caught in the middle 

of a story called Forever Love.


I promised not to tear up

but the tears continue to fall, 

the heart still aches and the

the dreams still break down walls.


I wanted to wake up to a morning kiss, 

to fall a sleep in your arms each night, 

to share in all that life has to offer 

and give new meaning to this life. 

~







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