Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

You and I ...

Wind from the heavens, heed my plea the words of love are blowing through the sycamore trees. My head upon the pillow and your name on my heart, soul to soul dancing underneath the stars. Passion appeared, desire made a play and there in my dreams you and I laid.

1 comment:

Ph said...

Thank's and kisses !
Philippe