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Photography:Travel theme: Land meets Water

Published July 14, 2015 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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Padre Island canals meeting the Gulf of Mexico. My home for three years and absolutely beautiful!
Photo by: Kathleen Stevens

Spirits in the Night

Published July 20, 2013 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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There’s a story on the island

of spirits in the night,

a special place where they go to dance

on the sand in the midnight moonlight.

You can hear them singing

and laughing

as they hide in the fog,

they play hide-n-seek and

ride the surf’s roll.

You won’t see their faces—

but they see your soul,

they watch you and hear you

as the island winds blow.

Their seaweed hair wet,

limbs swaying in the mist,

the moonlight gone,

as the sand turns cold,

they return each night,

it’s their favorite place,

well—that’s what I’m told.

Love’s Attire

Published June 27, 2013 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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Clothe me in your body’s gown,

Raise my spirit to heaven’s crown,

Through the years of solitude,

I watched the seasons change their moods.

High in the leaves of the old oak tree,

A blue bird sings a cheerful reveille.

My restless spirit fills the air,

The mountain’s presence everywhere,

I lift my hands wearing nature’s somber dress,

Dancing in the moonlight’s painted loveliness.

There is no pain or tears tonight,

As I lay in peaceful sleep once more,

Beneath the sky’s restful spell foretold,

And wait the sun’s waking rise,

And by her side is morning’s fire,

I will clothe you in my love’s attire.

Rendezvous

Published June 13, 2013 by Kathleen's Writings & Art

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Lovers rendezvous at ocean’s break,
Feet upon the sandy brown mat
Whereupon decorates the sill
of water’s foamy welcome;
Towels stretched out on earth’s warm bed,
Hands held tight, intertwined, while days of love
Multiplied by years of knowing hearts,
and wind gently kisses damp bodies;
wet lips leave trails the length of
written names in the sand,
Love devouring souls
with morning’s new light;
Buried treasures reside
for the lovers find, while
Emerged bodies play
in ocean’s temperate water;
Sand pushed between two sets of ten toes,
Surf breaking upon their love,
Surging within their innermost depths of lust,
Mounting heartbeats occur on ocean’s ride;
Later, begin again, on the sand,
where their rendezvous began.

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