Memories and Dreams. Poems. Volume 1

"The Eternal Embrace"

From ancient shores of first breath

to ardent flames kindling the dusk,

our hands entwined like river vines,

spirals of fate, threads of time’s loom,

each pulse echoing mountains' roar,

whispers echo by moon’s waning eye.

Moons and suns spun through our skin,

and the stars burnt bright for us,

our shadows merged in twilight’s song,

etching dreams in soft silence's stone.

In gardens where orchids bloom fierce,

beneath the emerald, hidden away,

we carved our names in umber clay,

souls melding in the molten forge,

breath by breath, each sigh a comet’s

tail, our voices, the eternal hymn.

Oh how the winds conspired light,

anointed stars in azure silence,

the rivers sang of boundless skies,

the earth hummed eternal praise,

of hearts bound in timeless dance,

fisheye glows sang and wrapped us,

binding us with velvet melodies,

night’s symphony cradled our bliss,

each heartbeat a poem without end,

as mountains whispered secret hymns,

valleys bore witness to our truth,

in hues of gold bathed twilight.

Our love, stained glass of morning,

painted tapestries in heaven’s air,

while seas murmured lullabies,

each touch a sunrise on satin waves.

Among the endless fields of dawn,

your eyes endless meadows of blue,

our words, woven in dream’s loom,

formed arches of endless auras,

each kiss, a star’s luminescent sigh,

and our silence bore thunder’s song,

the sacred echoes of ancients,

lay resting between your breaths.

In the realm of fragile sonnets,

where the sunflowers turned whispers,

our hearts engraved in stardust’s wake,

as the forest bowed to our grace,

branches sighed, petal by petal,

our unity arched the timeless voids,

meted out by moonlight’s caress.

From the whispering seashell’s hum

to thickened night’s incense of calm,

the air was alight with tendrils,

our love, a feather’s gentle brush,

each touch eternal as the tide,

wrapped in the silky shroud of dark.

A sanctuary of our making,

gilded by time’s caressing hand,

each dawn, rebirth of our soft glow.

The ocean’s infant sigh echoed,

and our breaths danced, fireflies,

embroidered in the fabric of us,

the stars wove our shades.

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In the quiet dawn's first intimations of light,

beneath the ancient trees bearing their whispers,

lies a love, timeless as the coral-bound seas.

It twines with ivy, embracing the bark’s rough skin,

binding the heart to the realm of forgotten past grace.

Skyward run lengths of hope, breaths entwining dreams.

Stars partake, aligning constellations from afar,

when two souls circle predestined constellation paths.

Under the watchful eyes of celestial bodies,

every touch becomes sacred, sorrow melts too.

Beneath the canopy of age, tender yearnings,

fingers trace the stories written on time’s grains,

unweaving patterns that Momento threads weave tight.

Whispers echo through the silvery forest trail,

where footsteps linger, soften, merge, dissolve to air.

A gentle murmur, the wind emulates soft caresses,

night's sweet serenade speaks love’s fluent tongue.

Ripples spread, caressing the lake’s glassy face,

unfurling truths less spoken, more felt, endured.

The span of oceans deep, their heartbeats synchronized,

voluminous as the tides, old waves resound strong.

In the moon's soft lamp, shadows begin their dance,

bathing kisses in the sanctity of lunar dream hues.

Each breath is poetry, exhaled wishes in union,

composed upon autumn’s leaves by an unseen scribe.

Brushed by the winds, hearts listen to the rustle,

their rhythm consistent, as an eternal heartbeat.

Sand embraces the shore, footsteps etched therein.

Where sunflowers bend toward the sun’s eternal arc,

therein lies the secret of love’s profound bloom.

Petals know the language of longing desire,

spoken in silent succession, a trust born anew,

carved in the framework of nature’s purpose and plan,

bridges bow and arc over rivers, unbroken lineage.

Mountains echo the love songs of earth and sky,

their reverberations seep into the fabric of souls.

Endless as horizons, a never-fading light burns.

In the quiet recesses, where shadows convene,

hearts synchronize to the rhythm of celestial breath,

evoking an embrace that transcends mortal means,

in every hurried heartbeat, the pace remains in sync.

Eyes, windows to realms unexplored, meet in truth,

telling tales of galaxies shimmering afar, near.

The earth beneath, grounding the flight of wings,

sky above, urging hearts to limitless heights.

N.Y.