Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Thursday, March 08, 2007

spell

Master of love,
my heart the clay ,
life the mold ,
darkness fades,
dreams and hope,
sun baked .

Whispers of sweet,
magically sing,
rivers wide,
closed in time.
Questions of life,
unanswered today.

Extraordinaire,
uncommonly fine
wonderful,
and strong desire.
mountains peak,
I believe.

Warm and strong,
a blazing flame,
magically appears,
when you are near.

Ever grateful,
when you held,
my love and cast
that star dust spell.

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