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 Jul 2015 Zahra Akbar
Chris
~

An aura pink of painted sky,
breathless thoughts float free the breeze
while footprints in fresh dew outline
tiger lilies dancing along a fence line of dreams
and I breathe in you, for your scent is my heaven
on this slumbered morn in early hour’d moments
when my heart beat is my alarm
awakening me to another glorious day
*alive within the sunshine of your love
Good morning Beautiful

Thank you to Cream for the title.
 Jul 2015 Zahra Akbar
Chris
~

Fireflies float silently on this
whispered night resembling
stardust shimmers dancing
playfully on a black velvet sky
Your hand in mine, as we walk
breathing in the essence of twilight
following the glistening glow
down a winding pathway leading
to a clearing in the dense trees
where we sit, watching the
hustle and bustle of the city below
It is our city, where we work and play
but this is our spot were we go
to get away from it all,
to share our love
alone in the serenity  
*of our perfect evening
Good night Beautiful
 Jul 2015 Zahra Akbar
Maria Imran
The timing was right.
Y'all say it happened at the wrong time.
Y'all say you weren't ready really.
Y'all blame the time.
Time is fate.
Why'd y'all blame your fate?
It happened on the right time.
Wrong were the people!
Your heart, your foolish frightened heart
And his untrue,
playful poetry.
It wasn't time's fault! It was people.
It was unnecessary patiene.
It was fear.
It was fire.
It was poetry.
 Jul 2015 Zahra Akbar
Maria Imran
Going back
through our chats
a tight knot
a knot
tightening,
I choke
it wells up
inside
I hold
on to dear God
Mercy, mercy
pain
it hits
wave
forms
I drown, I drown
until
a poem comes
to save.
 Jul 2015 Zahra Akbar
Chris
~

For this of castled velvet throne
A queen does weep a single tear
Bleak shadows of this night have grown
To cast upon her heart this fear

Reflection polished marble floor
Her silhouette of humbled reach
Now shutters via nightmare’s pour
Alone of bridges fought to breach

Beyond the window valleys sleep
Soft candle flame in slumbered night
Flickering her pain felt deep
Burning through in cautioned light

An empty throne aside her heart
Its warmth now chilled of worried feel
That day her love he did depart
Read messages to long conceal

Her single kiss of cherished due
A farewell bid, pled safe return
Lost amidst this sorrowed view
And loneliness again did burn

As if the dawn had been his shield
In misty haze on moor’s harsh breath
Of forest frame it had concealed
A moment quick of arrow’s death

She takes this single tear she’s cried
Into a glass of liquid clear
This droplet of her love applied  
Her broken heart to wish him near

And brings this potion to her lips
Such bitter taste slow going down
A whispered hope in swallowed sips
To then remove her saddened crown

Upon his throne of gold now rests
She breathes one final moment pure
Her eyes now close of wishful quest
*To be with her sweet king once more
 Jul 2015 Zahra Akbar
Chris
-

A full moon shines
this cloudless sky
and watches as
I pass it by

While riding on
a shooting star
that’s taking me
to where you are

Neath heaven’s gaze
illumined bright
so I may bring
my love this night

It matters not
where you might be
as long as you
will wait for me

I’m flying fast
as I can go
if you look up
you’ll see my glow

That’s me up there
so high above
now floating down
with all my love

So hopefully
you'll open wide
your heart so I
may land inside
Good night Beautiful
 Jul 2015 Zahra Akbar
Chris
~

My flower, my precious one
to know your love
in the drifted rise of dawn and
honeysuckle flower
is to dream euphoric splendour
in the middle twilight glare,
the whispers of moonbeams
on incandescent sky star,
to breathe the breeze effervescent
flowing on the windswept
fields of petals of sunflower
under enchanting blue sky wishes,
to fall without cease in the love
beyond the borders of the north and
faltering horizons
of a desperate distant desire
My flower, my precious one
to know your love
is to know a world does exist
*for us only
Good morning beautiful
 Jul 2015 Zahra Akbar
Chris
~
Angel you came to my window
watching me as I slept
tapping gently on the glass
until I opened my eyes seeing
the full moon illumining your face
as you blew me a kiss
and I smiled for I knew
*my dream had come true
The first line of this poem is the opening line to the chorus of
Bad Company's "Deal with the Preacher"
 Jul 2015 Zahra Akbar
Chris
~
This humid night lingers,
along weeping fence lines
of tear drop perspiration
peppered in glistening spider webs
and I am missing you

Staring up at a melancholy sky,
counting hours on the face of the moon
while minute hand comets
slowly float by in orbiting arcs
getting nowhere fast

I see shadows reach beyond
June bug buzzings
to far away borders
of maple leaf pathways
and cherry blossom whispers,

And I know this is
where my heart longs to be
as I walk towards the North Star
hoping constellations
*will guide me home to you
Good night beautiful
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