Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Sunday, January 12, 2014

Fragrant Reminders of Spring

Fragrant whites,
a winter delight
little reminders
of spring.

Grateful am I,
for  today is
yesterdays
great surprise.

Fragrant whites,
a winter delight
little reminders
of spring.

I close my eyes
and the aroma
sweet play tricks
with my mind.

Fragrant whites,
a winter delight,
little reminders
of spring.

~

Your smile tells a story well, from
 your heart where our love dwells.

I saw it and I can't deny you
warmed my soul like the sun
warms from the sky.

I find my self thankful for the
magic of the day, as it brings your
sweet memory my way.

In the middle of the night, when the
angels sing, I find us dancing on
the cloud of dreams.

~
I'll write a poem
till my breath fades away,
the words of love for
all eternity.

I'll document for all to see,
how much you mean
to me.

I'll write a poem
till my breath fades away,
the words of love for
all eternity.

When I am gone all
will know the greatest
love that has ever had
the chance to grow.

I'll write a poem
till my breath fades away,
the words of love for
all eternity.

Like the stars that light
the sky, our hearts will
always shine.

I'll write a poem
till my breath fades away,
the words of love for
all eternity.

~

Smiles

Special, special indeed,
that is what I see when
you are smiling with me.

Like a child sent out to
play, I find myself a drift
in a child like way.

Special, special indeed,
that is what I see when
you are smiling with me.




Friday, January 10, 2014

The Moon


I watched the moon as it looked down on me,
the secrets I whisper, the moon keeps safely. 
It found its way through the naked winter trees 
and if it could talk oh! the stories it would breathe. 

It would tell of a love that holds my heart tenderly, 
and a story of a women who met up with a dream. 
The night has a peace all of its own and yet I find
myself wondering why I lay here all alone. 

I watched the moon as it looked down on me, 
the secrets I whisper, the moon keeps safely. 
It found its way through the naked winter trees 
and if it could talk, Oh! the stories it would breathe. 

The tears that I hide behind each smile are from 
my heart the sadness when you are not around. 
I thought that time was as they say , "the great
healer" that would soothe my heartache. 

I watched the moon as it looked down on me, 
the secrets I whisper, the moon keeps safely. 
It found its way through the naked winter trees 
and if it could talk, Oh! the stories it would breathe. 




Every word in a love song

Every word in a love song,
rhythmic sounds to my heart,
touch on your sweet memory
and bring you from afar.

It was my own inclination
and a natural tendency
to close my eyes and
pull from a dream.

Every word in a love song,
rhythmic sounds to my heart,
touch on your sweet memory
and bring you from afar.

I can feel your presence
you are always by my side,
you took a hold of my heart
and have yet to leave my
mind.

Every word in a love song,
rhythmic sounds to my heart,
touch on your sweet memory
and bring you from afar.

You are my good morning wake up,
my very own sunshine and the
stars that light the sky, my
very own good night.


There is no ending to a love story, 
touched my soul and holds my heart. 



Thursday, January 09, 2014

Whisper

If you could see the images
that play out in my mind
you would feel the flow of
love from your heart to mine.

Sweet happiness to replace
the sadness of the day and
the joy of loving you that
makes blue skies out of gray.

If you hear the melody the
angels stop to sing , you
would know it was meant
to heard by you and me.
~

I whispered,
so you could hear,
sent it via
the outer sphere.

I danced,
so you could embrace,
if you happened to
find that special place.

I love,
so you will know
the warmth and
magic that continues
to grow.

I dream,
to bring you near,
so that each night
you  will reappear.

I live,
to hold you tight,
to know what
peace feels like.

I say my prayers,
in gratitude that
my path directed
me to you.




Monday, January 06, 2014

Sweet Love

My needs are rather simple,
to lay my head upon your chest,
listen closely to your heart beat
and leave to God the rest.

To feel complete contentment,
and know that someone cares,
as I close my eyes to sleep and
with you my sweet love I share.


Thursday, January 02, 2014

The Script

 
Simple pleasures, 
sweet desires, 
dreams of love
by the hour. 

Memories cast, 
old and new,
touched my heart
led me to you.