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 Aug 2015 Zahra Akbar
Maria Imran
you are where i return to,
after everything, when it gets tiring
when i've thought about you too much,
i return to thinking of you. it gives me peace.
 Aug 2015 Zahra Akbar
Chris
~

Vibrations loosen
 the dust on my piano,
  releasing tiny particles
   into a rectangle sunbeam
    dancing about the glass,
     as I play compositions
      upon freeform keys,
       fingered imagination
        frantically moving
         levers in never before
          heard melodies
           with a locked
            sustain pedal
             holding each note
              to gradually
               evanesce
                into silence
                 as the dust
                  once
                        again
                                se­ttles
 Aug 2015 Zahra Akbar
Chris
~

Walking the garden of temptations calling
Drenched of the fragrance a’ bloom in your eyes
Losing a breath spent of exhaled seduction
Upon a lawn soft as gossamer skies

Here in a trance beneath moonlit persuasion
Illumined desires as bodies entwine
Tasting each droplet of passion’s enchantment
Drunk on the quivers of ecstasy wine

Two silhouettes painted silken and flowing
Shadowing movements now melted in bliss
Fingertip whispers in dew dampened places
Floating as stardust escapes from a kiss

Pleasuring deeply sweet gardenia’s nectar
Rhythmic eruptions of fevered delight
Echoing sighs o’er the throes of forever
Sensual whimpers the edge of this night

Spelling our love out in lavender petals
Tickles your skin traced in tranquil appeal
Lingering hours of heartbeats embracing
*Treasuring moments together reveal
Good night beautiful
 Aug 2015 Zahra Akbar
Chris
~

Bluebirds and cardinals
and sparrows this morning
Flock to the trees
just above where you sleep
Waiting for sunrise,
that first hint now dawning
Singing sweet melodies
for you to keep

As you awaken
to sonnets of summer
Here I will wait for
the smile on your face
It is these moments
I always will cherish
Mornings like this
*I could never replace
Good morning beautiful
 Jul 2015 Zahra Akbar
Chris
~

Watercolor kisses
paint an azure canvas
atop a yawning horizon
in honeysuckle brushstrokes
and soft daffodil tints
as your lips touch mine
this wonderful morning
creating yet another
masterpiece on
*my heart
Good morning beautiful
 Jul 2015 Zahra Akbar
Chris
~

I float this night
on gentle seas
of star dust truth
and ocean breeze

As rhythmic waves
like lullabies
send whispers soft
neath moonlit skies

Reflections shine
of shimmered view
in swirling shapes
on waters blue

I feel at peace
such beauty seen
as if I’ve stepped
into a dream

Yet my heart sits
a distant shore
for on this night
*I love you more
Good night Beautiful
 Jul 2015 Zahra Akbar
Chris
~

“My queen, we feared we’d lost you so”
The healer said in joyous speech
“When here the shaman does bestow
these wishes that we do beseech”

“What have you done, how can this be,
my broken heart can not withstand
You silly fools, why can’t you see,
this was my choice by my own hand”

“Your majesty, we know so true
these actions, orders from the king
He returned home in search of you
not knowing what the news would bring”

A frightened glance, her shoulder pure
“My love,” she rushes to his bed
Now weeping every saddened pour
to find her king now lying dead

“He gave his life so live you would
with every ounce of strength he owned
For from his heart he summoned good
his wish, his queen to stay her throne”

“Oh Knight in armor, promised main,
why did you not protect our king
So I may sit upon my throne
and worry not of anything”

“Be gone, I need you here no more”
She wept, her face a glistened streak
then kissed this man she did adore,
when one lone teardrop fell his cheek

It shimmered bright in colours grand
like prisms floating on the sky
She reached and took his weathered hand
then saw a flutter in his eye

A warmth did flow his fingertips,
his eyes then opened with a gleam
He pulled her close and kissed her lips
“I love you so my precious queen”

Her breath escaped from deepened fears
with heartbeat movements quivering
She cried again, though happy tears
“I love you too my wondrous king”

The kingdom sang and cheered in glee,
a celebration soon had grown
For on this day their King and Queen
once more did sit upon the throne

And they lived happily ever after...

The End?




Meanwhile, the knight of angered soul
Beneath his heated breath did say
Of all these years, a banished toll
*Those two, I swear will surely pay…..
Phew, I'm glad that's over.  :)  

Thank you to everyone who has followed this poetic journey with me. I really do appreciate every one of you all reading and leaving such nice comments for me. This was fun to write.
 Jul 2015 Zahra Akbar
Chris
~

I sent you a firefly,
showed him the way,
watched as his light faded slow

Off to the north
his illumined display,
carried my heart in its glow

So you would know,
watching this night,
as he flies in from above

All that I feel,
shines in your light,
*you are the one that I love
Good night Beautiful
 Jul 2015 Zahra Akbar
Chris
~

It is in these silent moments
prior to the sunrise awakening
my part of the world when
the dew is still wet on the lawn,
not a peep or a chirp
or a lingering echo is heard,
morning winds keep their
whispers to themselves
and darkness creates a
final quiet serenity before
the hustle and bustle
of the day begins,
that I enjoy most
For, it is in this solitude
that the only sound I hear
is that of my heart,
*beating solely for you
Good morning Beautiful
 Jul 2015 Zahra Akbar
Chris
~

The king now nary cast a breath
in weakened state and fallen frown
Within his mind a door to death
an empty stairway heading down

The healer sent a worried look,
a nervous sweat upon his brow
No words so clear his opened book
“Great Shaman, please do something now”

The sorcerer seemed un-amused,
a glance upon the poison’s urn
and sensed that something had infused
Yon windows, orange glow did burn

The sun had fallen in the west,
barely but a light did shine
Running out, this challenged quest,
clinging tight to borrowed time

The shaman, to his nose, inhale
then raised his hand, now all was clear
His potion short, yet not to fail
required now a king’s sad tear  

The monarch sighed, eyes drew back,
pale his skin was white a snow
Minutes move as seconds track,
the setting sun was ever low

“We need a tear drop from his pain,
complete this antidote on trial”
The wizard spoke in dark refrain
“To place within this waiting vial”

The king, his pulse did disappear,
so limp his body now it fell
When then one glistened streaming tear,
*the token needed for this spell
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