Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Sunday, July 20, 2025

Recording of Time

 Just to kiss you good night

would bring the magic to life. 

If only dreams would come true, 

I would be there loving you.


It's a hot summer day and 

I wanted to sleep it away, 

just to dream once more

to see what the heavens 

have in store. 


I think you've drifted away like

the clouds as they finish the rain,

but the sunshine comes thru 

as it reminds me of you. 


There is salmon smoking on the grill

and the air is unusually still, 

as I prepare for dinner time

and pour a glass of wine.


Perfect would be the day

if I shared with you in a way,

the simple pleasures of life

that would make it all seem right.


Can't fight the feelings I have

sometimes happy and sad, 

as if you were close to me 

and disappeared as I wake

from a dream.. 


There's no hello or goodbye, 

just the recording of time.

Life keeps moving on 

like replaying a song.


I reached out to the blue

to try and feel for you,

to bring you close to me

like the haunting of a memory.




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