Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Sunday, August 19, 2007

If I Could

If I could lay my head for a moment in a day,
I’d choose the arms of love to embrace and
hold the darkness at bay.


I’d close my eyes and listen to the beat of
your heart and allow the rhythm to calm
and infuse with a magical love induced
spark.


The rain in a continuous pattern falls
upon the trees and each leaf hit cast
a sound that stirs a memory.


Cool and dark and a chill settles in and
for a period of time I felt the sin of
distance moving in.


A vast amount of energy driven through
the night, bonds the souls of lovers and
weaves them very tight.

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