Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Friday, April 14, 2017

Listening


My fingers to my lips
feels the sound of song,
deep from my heart without
words yet powerful and strong.

Love is what we are feeling,
happiness is what we have,
when we share the moments
they carry me along..

I am the heavens and
you are here with me,
in the song of life
where dreams set
us free.

My fingers to my lips
feels the sound of song,
deep from my heart without
words yet powerful and strong.

~

Listening to the music playing
as my mind drifts away,
I find myself thinking of
that very first day.

The thunder broke the silence
and the rain was falling down
as I went about my dreaming
with the music in the clouds.

Listening to the music playing
as my mind drifts away,
I find myself thinking of
that very first day.

Feels like magic
with you in my heart
blessed with a love
that ignites my soul
with a spark.

Listening to the music playing
as my mind drifts away,
I find myself thinking of
that very first day.

~

In the darkness
at this moment
my fondness for
you is strong.

As I envision
the slow dance
with you close
in my arms.

My eyes closed
and still I see ,
as your love
is now a part of me.

Whispers good night
and kisses from a far
as I hold my pillow
tight beneath the stars.

This is love
as love would have it be,
sweet moments where
you are here with me.

In the darkness
at this moment ,
my fondness for
you is strong.






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