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 ...
Friday, October 06, 2006
You and Me
Lean my head against the tree,
the sycamore and me hold the
secret of all of my dreams.
~
The moment our hearts
were joined and our souls
set free, are carved in this
tree.
~
The hollow filled with song
from the day that I longed,
to be in your arms.
~
Recorded of memory
is felt in every breeze,
the love of you and me.
~
Lean my head against the
tree, the sycamore and me,
hold the secrets of all of my
dreams.
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