Pictorial Prose dances to the rhythm of the soul and the magic of nature. Each day is a journey through life and with it a view of the wonder and joy of the heart and mind with an explosion of passion and desire. The opposite of to live is to ...
Sunday, September 10, 2006
My Slice of Heaven
Welcome to my little corner of the world.
Singing> My sunshine, my love, everyday with you...
becomes my sunshine, my life, everyday with you.
You put the sparkle back in my eyes,
taught my heart to smile and not to cry.
My sunshine, my love, everyday with you...
becomes my sunshine, my life ,everyday with you.
You star stepped across the sky, dancing and loving
it's you and I..
My sunshine, my love, everyday with you..
becomes my sunshine, my life, everyday with you.
When I spend each day loving you........
~~~
I'd share that straight jacket any day with you,
laughing and giggling, it beats being blue.
If solitaire the punishment,then heaven is
dancing with you, up on the clouds for two.
I'd share that straight jacket any day with you,
it is a whole lot better then the alternative of
being with out you.
Singing>Dance my love, each day and night,
in your arms... I have taken flight.
With you my love I have experienced
life, as you have touched my soul and
given to me the sight.
~
Dance my love, each day and night,
in your arms...I have taken flight.
Escorted by the magic of your
love, flying high, there is nothing
else I can think of.
~
Dance my love, each day and night,
in your arms...I have taken flight.
The stars shine for you and I alone,
as we explore the unknown.
~
Dance my love, each day and night,
in your arms...I have taken flight.
Love like ours will live on,
beyond the day of dawn.
~
Dance my love, each day and night,
in your arms ...I have taken flight.
Secure we are holding tight,
to the love that set us free.......
~~
Balli il mio amore, ogni giorno e la notte,
nella vostra armi... Ho preso il volo.
Con voi il mio amore ho avvertito la vita,
poichè avete toccato la mia anima
e mi avete dato la vista.
~
Balli il mio amore, ogni giorno e notte,
nella vostra armi... ho preso il volo.
Escorted dalla magia del vostro amore,
volare su, là è niente altrimenti
che possa pensare a.
~
Balli il mio amore, ogni giorno e notte,
nella vostra armi... ho preso il volo.
Le stelle lucidano per voi ed io da solo,
poichè esploriamo lo sconosciuto.
~
Balli il mio amore, ogni giorno e notte,
nella vostra armi... ho preso il volo.
L'amore come il nostro vivrà sopra,
oltre il giorno dell'alba.
~
Balli il mio amore, ogni giorno e notte,
nella vostra armi... ho preso il volo.
Sicuro siete fortemente tenuta,
l'amore che li regola liberamente....
Singing > Unlike the petals that fade with the season,
in my slice of heaven, love don't need a reason.
It blooms every morning through the
smiles on your face, turns rain to sunshine,
and snow into lakes.
Woodlands
A stroll through the woodlands of late summer green,
summoned my heart to hear the hills sing. The waters
race swiftly over the rocks of the stream, rough yet
calm it frames the dream.
~
Tossing my shoes to the sandy streamside, I waded
crystal clear water, as it rushed on by. A creek nymph
dancing in the flow waist high, splashes of coolness,
to my soul replies.
~
Surrounded by nature, a heron in flight and the rattle
of the kingfisher as he dives near by. The calm and
peace of the moment create, a place where the child
within can escape.
~
Skipping rocks, as laughter expelled, a moment
away from my inner hell. Here in the valley,
where song birds delight and the sounds of
sweet heaven of love excite.
~
Blend one with the beauty of the mountains and
stream, my vulnerability appears through the trees.
Unclothed I stand at this time of my life, as I bare
to you my innermost high.
~
The laughter and joy that exudes from inside,
overflows throughout each day of our life.
Strolling with you by my side, there's nothing
to fear and nothing to hide.
~~~
All of my life I have felt a emptiness, a dark hole that hungered to be filled. The first time that I was aware that there were different kinds of love, I was seventeen years old. The words that brought the first feelings of heartbreak, ÂI love you Rachel, but IÂm not in love with you. I lay on the bed crying as I tried to decipher through the difference of love and in love.
~
Scars that heal over on the outside, but remain raw ache on the inside. The years lashed upon me many wounds, as I tried to understand why I had not felt the love that I had given.
~
Quickly time makes tomorrows a thing of the past. I felt a restlessness with each day that pass, as I tried to full fill my need for the unconditional love. With maturity came experience, I now observed my own emotions as I felt a touch of musical laughter flow from inside. Erotic, passion, desire, and the want to share every moment of pleasure.
I found myself trapped in a fantasy, one that lit a fire deep inside my very being. Love or In love? I wondered if all the qualities that I so craved were there. Could he feel the love in the same manner that I had perceived his? Tears for acceptance overflowed the years like a river raging out of its banks, who was I , where did I belong and how do I fit into the grander scheme of things? Questions! so many questions and the answers scattered like a puzzle in the wind.
When all hope seem distant and the darkness drape the
heart, I then felt the most amazing beauty fueled with
respect, compassion, care, warmth and a complete
acceptance.
When the moon rises in the night sky and the stars
take their place amongst the heavens, there I lay protected,
at peace, in the utmost warmth, I lay in your arms.
When the morning rushes to replace the eve, there I
find myself racing to share in your laughter, when
the tears of yesterday begin to fall, I find myself
repeating the words of friendship, someone has
to care. If I haven't said thank you loud enough,
women screams from mountain top, wind picks it
up and delivers it into the arms of love, Thank You!
find myself racing to share in your laughter, when
the tears of yesterday begin to fall, I find myself
repeating the words of friendship, someone has
to care.
If I could make a day last longer with you,
I’d take the twenty-four hours and multiply
by the smiles I share with you.
~
Running through the fields, chasing
butterflies or laying top the hill to
gaze upon the sky.
~
Thankful am I to have this time with
you, strolling in the park, whispers in
the dark and the love that I feel
from you.
~
Silk woven kisses, knot miles to end,
the heartache of separation of you
my friend.
Spirits in flight, hearts now bend,
the arch of love, a bond with out
end.
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