and remembering when,
we shared the moments
and my life once more
began.
Another season
and I stand here alone,
wondering darling
where the time goes.
I'll keep the memories
close here in my heart,
as a way of staying close
though you're quite far.
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 ...
and remembering when,
we shared the moments
and my life once more
began.
Another season
and I stand here alone,
wondering darling
where the time goes.
I'll keep the memories
close here in my heart,
as a way of staying close
though you're quite far.
I find myself alone and dreaming
needing and wanting you here with me,
it seems a thousand years between us
or the crossing of a million seas.
Tears fallen from the heavens
or is that my heart that weeps?
without your love I have nothing
while I've fallen into a deep sleep.
I could take to the mountains
stand there to feel the breeze,
but nothing really matters
because you're not here with me.
The void is deep within me
the sorrow has found its place,
they must have called this heartache
as the pain inside remains.
I know all to well this story no
enchantment or happy endings for me,
to the grave I'll take the secrets of the
love that once set my soul free.
I must not have meant enough to you,
nor did I make your sky blue,
for you easily walked out on me
when I thought love knew what to do.
Haunted by the experience
when I thought you held my hand,
to find that I was standing here alone
in what I thought was heavens plan.
No sparks to light the night,
nor sunshine to bring happiness my way,
as I walk through this darkness
your love seems to fade farther away.
The words are my eternal gift as
I saw the heavens as one and
not the many worlds beneath,
confusing my wants with my needs
and bartering with love.
Surrendering to the journey
which way do I go?
forward by one, back by two
no matter what the sky is
not blue.
Gray like the storms
each day from birth
hovering over cast
darkness upon the earth.
Weep not for sorrow
for there is always an end,
whether I chose it or you
did my friend.
There is no magic to the moment
nor warmth to the sunshine,
without you here beside me
my heart is cold like that of
winter time.
The snow has fallen
and drapes the hills in white,
like a blanket over the dreams
they are no longer bring the
memories to life.