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.




Saturday, July 19, 2025

Just a page out of a lifetime

 I didn't recognize the words of long ago, 

somewhere in the soul the writing played.

It was a chapter and a few pages turned, 

lessons of life that only heartache learned.


To you merrily a moment in time, 

to me it redirected my entire life. 

The path traveled only by me 

and now stored deep within my memories.


Tears that can't be defined, 

love lost and memories entwined.

a road that seem to circle back 

to the wall that blocked my path.


I thought I could no longer feel 

but you are inside me still, 

weep for what won't be 

for all that is left is simple dreams.


There in the dark of night, 

I lay there and close my eyes. 

Once more I find you there 

waiting in my dreams. 




Friday, July 18, 2025

One Can Dream

He uttered the words pretentious at first, 

a humble disclosure of his love immersed.

She responded with compassion in a 

whisper so soft as a feather slowly wafts.

 

Their hearts kept on beating, slowly at first

becoming faster and faster as if circling the earth.

The day had concluded and their love was revealed. 

It had the broken the barriers and to the heavens 

now kneel.


She smiled and he laughed and they danced

with glee, as they looked to the heavens 

creating new memories. Majestic their love

that lives on like the sea as it returns to the shore

in each of their dreams. 


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. 

~







Friday, July 11, 2025

Grateful Am I

 When the sun rises 

and the skies blue, 

each day comes with

something new. 


Grateful am I

lessons learned as time goes by,

I see it from a different view, 

as maturity sets in.


No right or wrong 

the journey like an unwritten song,

experience comes with the day, 

to the heavens I gaze.


Want or need 

I realize it's a dream, 

what I want and what I need

are different obviously. 


To share my life with you, 

under the God given blue, 

make you laugh and smile 

or lay there in your arms.


But I am getting by, 

no more tears in these eyes.

Life is shorter everyday

and quickly passing away.


I take the time to celebrate

dance silly like in the rain, 

remember child like thoughts

and toss the negativity away.





Thursday, July 10, 2025

Lifetime

 You never said goodbye, 

just walked away and let me cry, 

I felt the void from deep inside as

over the years it messed with my mind. 


I spent a lifetime trying to understand,

was this the path the heavens planned?

To reveal the sweetness of touch and 

have it torn away from me as such. 


Life changes day by day and 

yet it seems to stay the same, 

I look out upon the sea and 

remember how it could be. 


The rocking chair dream 

finds my soul wanting, 

to share in a simple way

the passing of a day. 


You never said goodbye, 

let that spark burn out and die, 

leaving me here all alone 

with nowhere for me to go. 










Meaning to Life

 I find myself dreaming, 

to be close to you at night, 

give meaning to this life 

and make the wrong right. me


I tried to turn back the pages, 

to rewrite this script called life, 

but no matter what I did, 

internally there was a fight.


I could almost feel you, 

taste the sweetness of your kiss, 

as if your lips touched mine 

and brought about this bliss.


The darkness has its way, 

to stretch like the miles, 

but my memories built a bridge

to block tears with smiles.


You might not think about me, 

I might never cross your mind, 

but the love I have for you

has taken the reigns of time. 


Some may call it chance, 

and others a destiny of sort

but I know when you found me

that this was something more. 


You finished my sentence 

as cliche as that may sound, 

I felt  that connection 

as if the angels sent you down. 


Tuesday, July 08, 2025

 The sad part is everything comes to an end. The only difference is when.