This is a poem I wrote that was published about two years ago.
Tangible Dream
By: E. Stevens
See the man with the sun in his hair,
Windswept locks of gold
Blown softly by a baby’s breath.
Eyes, ablaze with love and fire
Touch my very soul;
They laugh with my happiness,
Cry with my sorrow, melt me with passion.
His lips speak their tender words;
Sing softly their songs of love
And kiss the teardrops from my eyes…gently.
Within the circle of his loving arms,
Held closely against his breast
I find my refuge and my strength.
There I hear his beating heart…music.
Beneath the hands that touch my body & draw me near
I see my destiny.
My vision of him…strength and comfort
Perfect in imperfection…
A tangible dream in my arms.
Artist’s Profile
Wahiawa, Hawaii, USA
My parents taught me to appreciate beauty and creativity at an early age. Whether it be from God’s natural palette, the work of an artist’s hands, the song of a morning dove, or the words from a poet’s heart, everything created as art reflects a unique beauty. Poetry lays bare our souls and reveals the secrets of our hearts. I believe when there is nothing left to hide, we then begin to truly live.
