Spirits in the Night

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.

(Photo and poem by:
Kathleen Stevens)

Your Mask

Your mask covers your being-

like darkness draping over the sunlight,

Your mind seeks the world with penetrating eyes-

undisputable waves, persuaded glances,

A vanity inside your heart abides-

building fragmented exhibits

like slivers of shattered glass

reflecting dual faces-

Dusted with suffering,

Prolonged anguished moments,

a whirling frenzy, a heart running-

thoughts and longings,

Winged hand-in-hand with dreaming-

yet,

You guard your soul-

knowing your mask keeps you

Standing alone-

a safeguard-

evolved and amassed-

holding little understanding;

your mask-

Leads only to emptiness,

A prisoner-

inside your encased world mask.

Do not accede to life’s ragged hand-

slaying your treasures-

Disrobe the mask you wear and sanctioned-

allow love and tranquility to be released-

Allow your soul to breathe unleashed –

Allow yourself permission to be free in peace.

Remove your mask-

And give love a chance.

(Painter: Kathleen Stevens, Acrylic on canvas, ‘Mask’

Happy Halloween!!

Happy Halloween  (photo by: Kathleen Stevens/Oct.2014)

Haiku 10/28/14

Young bud blooms

Prompted by sun’s warmth-

Awakening day.

(photo by: Kathleen Stevens/Oct.2014)

Haiku 5/31/14

Delighted with charms,
Peaceful and wrapped in your arms-
I turn out the light

Haiku 5/24/14-2

Season of sunshine,
Bluebells break the fertile ground-
Search my soul

Haiku 5/15/14

Above the heavens
Spirits mounted on angels-
Prayers within their hearts

Haiku 5/4/14

Feet cloaked in warm sand
Balmy breeze caresses two souls-
Rising sun, new day

An Old Woman (someone’s favorite!)

Beneath the shade of an old oak tree,

there sat an old woman

completely free,

humming and singing

an unfamiliar song,

with sounds so sweet

and words not long.

Her white sun-kissed hair

blowing like a running mare

on the tails of the wind,

and her tan leathery skin,

draped with a dress

vibrant in colors

and apparently unpressed.

A spell she cast on me

as I sat near,

how lovely, how serene,

with smells of sweet flowers

awakening in the spring.

A warmth filled my soul

as I closed my eyes,

how peaceful was the

never-ending blue sky.

I could stay there for hours,

no time was addressed,

I had no where to be

and,

I needed the rest.

Haiku 4/22/14

Countless grains of sand
Ocean’s waves greet the shore-
Seize my lover’s hand

Haiku 4/16/14

Two sisters
Loving hearts unite-
Yellow sunflowers

Happy St. Patrick’s Day

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!!!

Thank you for every “like”, “visit”, “comment”, and “follow”!! I appreciate each one of you!!
Have a great day!!

Haiku

Dry cornstalks wither
Among dead brown grass-
Cold snow bites

Broken Bridge

Old broken bridge
Desire to rebuild new
Return square one

Masks

It covers your soul as darkness draping over the sunlight,

Your Spirit seeking the world with penetrating eyes,

An undisputable wave, a persuaded glance,

A vanity inside abides,

Fragmented consumed exhibits –

You build –

Pieces as shattered glass,

Dusted with suffering in prolonged time,

Whirling with frenzy, becoming a dance

With mere thoughts of an empty heart-

Longing an eternity of dual hearts;

You guard your soul knowing your mask

Stands alone and fragile, seeking strength and fortitude,

Posing evolved and amassed, yet with little understanding;

Statutes unfair do never-rest, and never ends,

Leading only to bareness – far and wide;

A prisoner kept inside your encased wearied mask.

Do not accede to life’s ragged hand slaying your treasure,

Disrobe the mask you wear and sanction-

Your love and tranquility in a time to come;

Allow your soul to breathe unleashed –

Almost Here!

Thanksgiving Day – I cannot wait!!

For fabulous Thanksgiving dinner party:

Anticipation,

Joy,

Feeding guests,

Enjoying guests,

A perfect celebration!

Finest of everything:

Ambiance,

Food,

Wine,

Music,

Decorations,

Silverware,

Chrystal glasses,

Entertainment,

Laughter,

Thankful hearts;

I cannot wait!!

Your Mask

It covers your soul as darkness draping over the sunlight,

Your Spirit seeking the world with penetrating eyes,

An undisputable wave, a persuaded glance,

A vanity inside abides,

Fragmented consumed exhibits –

You build –

Pieces as shattered glass,

Dusted with suffering in prolonged time,

Whirling with frenzy, becoming a dance

With mere thoughts of an empty heart-

Longing an eternity of dual hearts;

You guard your soul knowing your mask

Stands alone and fragile, seeking strength and fortitude,

Posing evolved and amassed, yet with little understanding;

Statutes unfair do never-rest, and never ends,

Leading only to bareness – far and wide;

A prisoner kept inside your encased wearied mask.

Do not accede to life’s ragged hand slaying your treasure,

Disrobe the mask you wear and sanction-

Your love and tranquility in a time to come;

Allow your soul to breathe unleashed –

Allow yourself permission to be free-

In peace.

Spirits in the Night

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.

Happy Halloween

Happy Halloween to all my followers, family and friends!! Have a treat of a night!!

Colors

Look deep within me, where colors rest;

Silent loveliness of maiden white lilies,

Pink velvet roses

glide across my cheek,

The blue bird sings a blissful tune,

Young desires of games in adventure still forthright,

Wild red flames persist to cultivate my longings,

Faith’s triumphs bringing unsullied tomorrows,

I carry yellow warmth of a seasoned heart,

A teller of new courage, my muse, my poet;

I gaze transversely the valley green,

What need is there for such eloquence

When our eyes behold God’s finest daybreak?

The blue and crimson sky alongside morning’s dew drops,

She raises her golden arms to earth’s realms,

Her brown earthy incense filling my nostrils,

Leaves on trees beholding shades of green,

Gilded silence of the glistening snow-covered mountain peaks,

Turquoise lakes sparkling in tranquility,

Colors deep within me…

Hearts Free

Be liberated, soar elevated,

Stretch towards the heavens,

Breath in the perfumes

Contained by the air –

Do not fail to remember

The stage we shared,

The fireplace passion,

Morning’s opening glow,

In the early dawn hours.

Hearts free, do not despair,

This is not farewell.

My Love For You

Did the world truly exist-

Before we loved?

With Mutual delights,

Shining splendor,

And dreams select;

An autumn day you appeared

As my falling star searing brightly

Across the black midnight sky,

Where all my wishes were;

Say you love me,

If only for this day,

And if I whisper back, “I love you”,

Will you consider to forever stay?

Your loveliness a stronghold,

While I trace your loving warmth –

My arms gather your body’s form,

My heart knows no other yesterday,

While in our tenderness we lay.

No masks to wear,

No games to play,

I vow my love for you

Never to betray,

The fruit of my honor

I give to thee, and only thee.

I’ll long for you forever,

I pray your love grows

Designed merely for me,

And every day I await your love-

This you will eternally see.

Autumn Love

Morning mountain concert,

Gentle grown spirits love;

Radiance-

The sun’s warmth

Painted upon your face;

An autumn bare love,

Inspires sweet words whispered;

Rainbows own the sky.

Time’s Abyss

Your unwavering stance

Occupied a barren region,

Lingering there like a withering flower

Before you ultimately departed;

I suffered beforehand –

Missing our laughs, and talks,

And trips to new places –

I endured your scarcity;

I mourn we loss the time

To conquer our declining bonds,

Previous to your leaving, and you

Finding a new dwelling place,

Somewhere I cannot visit – presently;

The ever unfathomable crevice

Between us –

Befalls a mystery to me,

I meditate upon the why.

What threw us into that chasm?

Our not holding each other dear,

Dropping us into that never ending abyss –

I assumed it would pass with the rain,

Then we would have another day,

Another laugh, another talk, one more hug.

It never came to pass –

With great sadness –

Tears grasp around my throat, my mind, my heart.

I shake my head and I say, “Not”.

It is a battle I fight each night,

How I wish it naught!!

My peace I fight to keep;

And yet, I cry every night.

Love’s Eternal Song

A time-worn man slopes forward –

With every single footstep he proceeds –

One foot in front of the other –

Along a tree-lined pebbled path,

Oak trees grown and curved,

Arching, covering like umbrellas –

Hiding the sun’s warmth

From his own back.

A wooden cane his constant companion,

Slowly, he strolls headlong –

Hidden within the moss-covered forest,

He salutes an additional day –

With a soul of appreciation;

While butterflies leave their cocoons,

Sun tempting flowers blooms,

God watching light dance upon the waters;

No remorse has he –

For he has loved

Only One other,

His friend, his wife, his lover;

She waits for him –

In the sunlight –

Beyond the forest’s edge;

His journey nearly finished –

Not far from her quietness;

Waiting the day’s end,

He strolls without stopping –

Visions of – hands in hands,

His only love and him.

His cane these days absent,

The sunlight on his back,

They hike the trail christened, ‘Eternity’,

They measure a morning sun rising,

Stirring the earth below,

Shimmering upon the land;

Hand in hand, they smile

While they sing together,

Love’s eternal song.

Balance – Lost

Willow branches sway

Taunted by wind’s heavy breeze,

Night’s black encompassing blanket

Ushering in silence recalling madness;

Suspended laughter drowning memories,

Songs prevented on closed ears,

Flowing tears traced on forgotten faces,

Anguished hearts crushed by desolate paths,

A shriveled wasted hand extended—

Grasping, recoiling; disappearing into the blackness.

A sliver of hope—

Promised in a single breath,

At conception;

Now, the balance — lost,

Greed lurking in earths’ corners,

Waiting to blind

And gift-

Lack of empathy;

Silence echoes madness.

Spirits in the Night

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.

An Old Woman

Beneath the shade of an old oak tree,

there sat an old woman

completely free,

humming and singing

an unfamiliar song,

with sounds so sweet

and words not long.

Her white sun-kissed hair

blowing like a running mare

on the tails of the wind,

and her tan leathery skin,

draped with a dress

vibrant in colors

and apparently unpressed.

A spell she cast on me

as I sat near,

how lovely, how serene,

with smells of sweet flowers

awakening in the spring.

A warmth filled my soul

as I closed my eyes,

how peaceful was the

never-ending blue sky.

I could stay there for hours,

no time was addressed,

I had no where to be

and,

I needed the rest.

Your Mask

It covers your soul as darkness draping over the sunlight,

Your Spirit seeks the world with penetrating eyes,

An undisputable wave, a persuaded glance,

A vanity inside abiding, and nonetheless

Fragmented consumed exhibits –

Pieces as shattered glass,

Dusted with suffering in twinkling’s time,

Whirling with frenzy, becoming a cavort

With mere thoughts of an empty heart-

Seeking out an eternity of dual hearts

Winged hand-in-hand evoking beauty,

A joyful dawn, a gem of love,

And mystery given by hours of a gentle work;

Your guarded soul knowing each mask which

Stands wishing and seeking the selfsame,

Poses evolving and amassing little understanding,

Statutes unfair do never-rest,

Simply leads to bareness far and wide;

Prisoner kept inside your encased wearied mask,

Do not accede to life’s ragged hand slaying your treasure,

Disrobe the mask you wear and sanctioned,

Mark your love and tranquility for a time to come,

Allow your soul to breathe unleashed;

Why wear that mask you display?

My Muse

A midsummer night in my sentiment
my muse arose depositing poetry at task,
with way of pen—my contemplation
obtaining shape,
my face against the wind,
my essence engaging in words realigning,
together with stillness of reason
and spirit unconfined,
mysterious language assembles,
selected in the same way
as a trusted friend,
with my muse, I write.

Spirits in the Night

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.