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  Jun 2015 Zahra Akbar
Chris
~

Your beauty sings harmony
with a cantata sunrise,
euphoric melodies in viola
and piccolo lingering
‘pon a lavender haze
of periwinkle whispers,
symphonic poetry
afloat of dawn’s breezes,
ecstasy in tangerine desires,
wafting concertos of passion
as I listen quietly
to my day once again
beginning with the perfect
*lyrics of your smile
Good morning beautiful
  Jun 2015 Zahra Akbar
Chris
~

A chill does fall this evening air
Drifting soft neath heaven’s flame
Star light flickers we may share
For love that sings its own refrain

In chorus of a calling breeze
Aloft of wooded heights so high
When nestled soft upon my knees
To stare into this painted sky

For but this light that finds me here
In distant galleries so swept
A touch that never shall let go
Forever closely to be kept

I cling to every thought I bear
Now caught so tight of passion’s flow
Found blessings that we come to share
With praises which our hearts bestow

Along a tiny twisting way
So now defined by skies above
When journeys turn our minds astray
We reach back towards illumined love

As all that time shall come to pass
When waking bells their ring is true
My deed, my destiny, my task
To send this endless love to you

And here upon this weary ground
Between the shadows now at play
I dream within affection found
*In wafting whispers sent your way
Good night beautiful.
  Jun 2015 Zahra Akbar
Chris
~

A lone mist drifts in feathered shadows
where footprints are soft neath a robin egg sky
Hushed sentiments flow on cool morning breezes
as dreams bask in the light of dawn’s shining,
heaven sent beams caressing our skin

The warmth of a new day embraces us,
sitting quietly on the veranda, two cups shared
with tender glances and sweet kisses as I drink
in your beauty among blooming hibiscus and
hummingbird whispers seeking the nectar of our love

Morning glories yawn in watercolor brush strokes,
painting the landscape in Monet swept patterns
while effervescent dragonflies hover nearby
I take your hand and tell you I love you and
watch as your smile becomes my morning...

*your love becomes my life
Good morning Beautiful
  May 2015 Zahra Akbar
Edgar Allan Poe
’Tis said that when
    The hands of men
  Tamed this primeval wood,
And hoary trees with groans of wo,
Like warriors by an unknown foe,
  Were in their strength subdued,
    The ****** Earth
    Gave instant birth
  To springs that ne’er did flow—
    That in the sun
    Did rivulets run,
And all around rare flowers did blow—
    The wild rose pale
    Perfumed the gale,
And the queenly lily adown the dale
    (Whom the sun and the dew
    And the winds did woo),
With the gourd and the grape luxuriant grew.

    So when in tears
    The love of years
  Is wasted like the snow,
And the fine fibrils of its life
By the rude wrong of instant strife
  Are broken at a blow—
    Within the heart
    Do springs upstart
  Of which it doth now know,
    And strange, sweet dreams,
    Like silent streams
That from new fountains overflow,
    With the earlier tide
    Of rivers glide
Deep in the heart whose hope has died—
Quenching the fires its ashes hide,—
  Its ashes, whence will spring and grow
    Sweet flowers, ere long,—
  The rare and radiant flowers of song!
  May 2015 Zahra Akbar
Chris
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I'm sitting here in my office
watching steam rise in cursive swirls
from the black coffee in front of me
on this stormy Friday morning

Staring at nothing in particular,
I allow my thoughts to linger,
becoming completely lost in another
beautiful daydream of you and me

      we walk along a secluded beach,
         palm tree shadows sway,
     sand between our toes,
        a sunrise surf lulls hypnotically
          in rhythmic tempo whispers as I peer
       deeply into your maple syrup eyes,
    falling deeper in love with you
          with each longing glance
      We kiss and my heart melts
        at the feel of your sweet lips
      pressed tightly against mine…

A loud clap of thunder wakes me
as I once again realize where I am,
sitting behind a desk covered in paperwork
and another now cold cup of coffee, but…

There are many more daydreams where
that one came from that will always include
you because… they all originate in my heart
and there’s still hot coffee in the ***
Good morning

— The End —