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Frog In a Birdhouse

As our time slowly slips away, I dream of you every night and day, alone at home, away with him all alone . Feeling empty, lonely and dismayed. Then our time came to pass, Our hearts and love jumped will last and last together again, no time apart not alone not apart. Each holding the others heart. We touch and love for hours and hours on end making love caressing and kissing feeling each others inner love. We touch and explore more and more my love for you and adoring more together again, no more time apart. Don’t forget your inner heart. Our time and love runs true and true looking at each other saying from the heart I love you. Our kisses are tender, our touches surrender. How love can be in side one another you and me together forever. Time can pass but not for us; we dream together and close our eyes dream sweet love and see you another.

Copyright © William Bill Stevens | Year Posted 2012



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Childhood

Thunder,

                                   lightning bolts from Thor,

                                   blinding, scorching power.

                                                     Calm,

                                  little feet and welled up eyes,

                                  a mixed and broken sentence;

                                           touching power.

                                                  Serenity,

                                        a light rain shower.

                                         laughing rainbows

                                          budding flowers.

                                                   Thunder,

                               sunshine, a sideways sneaker,

                                            a powerful call....

                                           Daddy, I love you.

Copyright © William Bill Stevens | Year Posted 2012

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Wakings

Shooting stars burning across the sky writing a trail of love letters against the black, but twinkling night. Night animals sing praises to your lovely words. An owl hoots applause to the depth of your thoughts. The moon caresses the suns' reflections. You renew the words and say hello again while the night air breathes a warm passionate embrace with the feelings you have conveyed. Wakings renew our strong bond as the beauty of nature surrounds us. Another star writes wonderful words of love, and we blow kisses to the warm wind. Smell the freshness of life. Early darkness wakings during a spring day sleep

Copyright © William Bill Stevens | Year Posted 2012

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Lonely Valley

I thought of you from first light to my last waking second
your whispers ever so faint,
your warmth ever so distant
and no forgiveness in the wind.

I thought of you all day
walking aimlessly alone on a white sand beach.
A snowman
melting in the angry heat.

I wrote your name indelibly in the earth
so everyone would know how strong my love is for you.
Unnoticed, torn with your loss of confidence, 
saw it wash away with the incoming emotional tide.

At the end of the day……lonely,
just thinking of you 
about a love so exasperated…. mistake.
There had to be more,
wondering!

Love dazed by the wonderful feelings we gave each other
only to evaporate with the light of laser like words.
I told you my dream and told you I’d never stop. 
Should I?

I thought of you today
as you faded into the white walls of day.
Beauty, that could bedazzle the Gods;
eyes so graceful and alluring
penetrating - tender,

I think, maybe, gone forever, 
fatal words, a wayward call, tender and fragile relationships;
transparent in life;
vivid in thought.
Every word I said to you came from my soul
directly to your heart.
I think of you every day and wish I heard your voice.
Silent.
I wish I could make up that last day.

Copyright © William Bill Stevens | Year Posted 2009


Book: Shattered Sighs