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Stephan Aug 2016


Always in my dreams
does this endless fashion flow
When lilies on a water line
bloom in soft colors and ivory whispers
Pushing waves to the shoreline,
where your beauty rests on the warm sand

Caressed by a summer breeze, wispy and cool,
my mind wanders to this place,
beyond the reach of sound
and melodic glances,
singing of this that I feel

Lyrics follow your foot prints,
along the border of desire and hazelnut eyes
painted upon my mind in flavors so intoxicating
As if I have touched you, your skin, like saffron wings
lifting me to an unspoiled solitude

I imagine kissing you, tenderly, for the first time
suspended from a cloud
as my feet refuse to find the earth,
in sight of passion’s grip, wound by silken web
as I melt deeply into your lips

A sensual coast binds us, take us
to enchanting vistas beyond weathered dunes
where we become one, lost within the depths,
pulled by ecstasy’s undertow, drowned in breathless sighs
and salt water moans echoing
along a blushing horizon
    
Fingers entwined, blurred visions become fog
as only two claim this stretch
of beach as our own
Silhouettes among the crowds of peach and burgundy umbrellas,
tending their towels and tan lines,
oblivious to this love I’ve dreamt awake from miles away

My heart exhales as
sandcastles flee the coming tide and
seashells recall lullabies while
shaded by a setting sun’s drizzling heated plumes
vibrantly along the line that steals your eyes
and I fade, slowly back to where I am,
hoping my dreams are your dreams too
Stephan Aug 2016

Sunsets and moonbeams
in twilight design
Star dust and whispers
on breezes so fine

You by my side
just enjoying the view
There’s nothing better
that I love to do
Stephan Aug 2016
.

Someone said, “Hey Stephan,
what’s up with all this love
It seems in every poem
that’s what you’re thinking of

Why are you always dreaming,
why is it you can’t see
That love is just a legend,
a made up fallacy

The world is filled with evil,
don’t you watch the news
CNN or NBC
or others you can choose

Clinton is a liar,
Trump is just a creep
They’ll both destroy the nation
for fortunes that they reap

Murders by the thousands,
death is in the streets
I can’t believe you haven’t seen
within the many tweets

Our water is polluted,
we’re choking on the air
They even have new bathrooms
for every one to share

Prices through the ceiling,
paychecks in the ground
Protesters are screaming,
you can hear them all around

There’s war in other countries
Servers have been hacked
Innocent bystanders
Caught in the attack

Drugs are running rampant,
****** is king
Coming through the border,
such a nasty thing

Little kids are crying,
not enough to eat
Living in the squalor,
sleeping in the street

So tell me, will you Stephan,
what’s up with what you write
Every poem filled with love,
morning, noon and night"

I looked at him a moment
and with all honesty
I said to him, "I’m sorry sir,
were you talking to me?

I was lost writing this poem
for one I do adore
I didn’t hear you talking,
could you please say it once more?"


**He just walked away shaking his head
Stephan Aug 2016
.

I walk with a stranger,
hollow eyes,
emotionless expression,
weathered skin in drab clothing,
barely breathing,
stoic footsteps,
trudging forth, endlessly
along an empty road,
shrouded in a mist
of indecision,
detours mislead,
uphill directions strain,
muscles weaken and burn,
yet I follow where he leads
because this stranger I walk with
is me
Stephan Aug 2016


Even in this darkness, her darkness,
when a moonless sky
preaches fear from a pulpit of shadows
pointing elongated fingers

and walls crumble
into a rubble strewn alleyway
with graffiti issues, spray painted threats
on frantic facades dripping

As common sense
hides in sealed envelopes
addressed but not delivered
to neighborhoods in need

while self professed wanderers
linger on sidewalks of
washed out hopscotch scenes
by a raincloud that never seems to stop  

Her beauty shines
in effervescent streams
illuminating a photograph, poetry
and a kind word from quivering lips

caressing my eyes
in watercolor enchantments
and pastel pleasures,
showing me it is not what, but who

For this darkness is hers,
weighted thoughts on soft shoulders
binding wrists in tethered worries,
draining dreams from casted wishes

as regrets rip at the fabric,
folding seams in crooked stitches,
her heart beats to outrun the pain
and still she finds time to smile,  for me
Stephan Aug 2016

The sunrise
may be beautiful,
awash across the
dawning skies
Though morning for me
won’t begin
until you open up
your eyes

For then the beauty
that I see
will start my day
in perfect view
As nothing is
more beautiful
than mornings spent
in love with you
Stephan Aug 2016


I knew there was a sun
that rose upon the skies each day
Setting in the afternoon
a twilight time display

Daffodils and marigolds
welcoming the spring
Bluebirds in the maple trees
each morning there to sing

Waves upon the ocean
and a moon up in the sky
Stars above that twinkle
as the evening passes by

Mountains in the distance
reaching high into the air
Falling leaves in autumn
and the colors that they share

Early morning snowfall
in a chilly coat of white
Fireflies so playful
on a balmy summer night

I knew there were so many things
yet I could just not see
Until you came into my life
and showed these things to me

And now that I have witnessed
all that nature has to view
Its beauty still does not compare
to what I see in you
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