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Sep 2016


On silver wings glistening
in June’s final sun
above feathered clouds,
wispy visions floating,
my heart races excitedly,
faster than any wind
rushing outside this small window
for I know below awaits
my promised destiny

Northern destinations,
sit just across the border
along a shoreline of desire
where silent sands
await our footprints,
collected in patterns of love
two at a time
leading to a paradise discovered
within yearning smiles

A year or more has passed,
though it seems only yesterday
when the flower of love bloomed,
scented longings flittering,
written on garden paths leading
to this hour as I unpack,
checking my watch,
constantly glancing towards an
unknowing door

Nervously listening…
every sound in the corridor
becomes an image in my mind,
butterflies gather in
a winged frenzy fluttering
deeply inside of me
as I pace the floor, searching
for the perfect words to say,
poetic or not


When comes a timid knock,
my heart skips a beat
and my pulse runs anxious
I open the door to find a beauty
so pure and mesmerizing
the world around me no longer exists,
replaced by an enchanting melody
I am desperate to sing yet
in this moment I can not speak

I melt into chocolate caramel eyes
as breath escapes me like
ochre and umber leaves falling
to a chilly autumn breeze and
I feel as weak, my knees quiver
as my gaze falls to her rose petal lips
and I can no longer contain myself,
I kiss her, deeply, passionately,
slowly drowning in euphoric bliss

Heaven has found me,
touched me, called me
as my lips caress those of an angel
and I float, deliriously
holding her in my arms
completely lost in the rapture of
realizing that finally
my forever dream
has come true
A poem about one of the best days in my life. At least I have the memories and that is something that can never be taken away from me.
Stephan
Written by
Stephan  Camp Johnson Crossing NW
(Camp Johnson Crossing NW)   
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