I gave my heart to you

Written: © Maxima

Woven in the twinkle of stars
night thoughts take me along
the path where we once wandered,
where I gave my heart to you.
The fragrance of cut grass
fresh on my hands that burned
in the passion of our embrace
of your sigh and the tremble of your lips.
You follow this eternal wanderer
of dreams where we flourish
in the warm wind of tall mountains.
​Lie here beneath the solace of evergreen
forests and grant me the solace
of your bosom ​where joy inherits
the heart and all is transfigured.
The glow of lustrous eyes seek each other,
the wind moans like lovers in
the valley where together we release
the chains of distance and know we
are beloved forever.

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Hand in hand we disappear into the dream

A Song

Today the cobblestones are coated in snow.
I envision you in the thick opaque mist of a
sweet sugary dawn the way it is
when you were near.

Hand in hand we disappear into the dream
where I ask you how you slept.
Did we dream the same dream of fragrant roses
and freshly bathed skin as soft as butter
and pale pink berries from your garden.

Without you, I feel that I am nothing.
I wait for the day to possess your every dimension.
To whisper all my visions and smile
when you blush like lovely roses.

I wait to take you into my arms and
open our days to joy.
Until then we shelter in treasured dreams
where we exist on sacred words.

 

This world to me

Written: © Maxima

As rain floods the
the thirsty ground
drop by drop you
flow into my soul,
and like the sun you
warm my heart granting
renewed strength.
Your hair and eyes,
smiling lips…your hands
fragile as doves,
mean everything in
this world to me.

 

That’s poetry by Stefan Maxima

 

 

Give Me Your Hands And Close Your Eyes

Written: © Maxima

On tihis special day. The perfect sky, the morning blossoming with
fragrances of freshly bathed bodies, strong colognes and sweet perfumes, sleepy passengers reading their daily paper and cradling cups of cold coffee. Occasionally one could hear casual conversation, greetings and smiles as we boarded the tram.

I forgot my spiritual wanderings and half -nap at the sound of a divine voice. My eyes followed the soft chime to a beautiful smile and vibrant eyes, a face as sweet as a morning bathed in dew. I wandered between the seats until I found myself standing beside her, motioning at the seat next to her, I bravely inquired, “Is this vacant?”

There are a million ways to express a happy feeling, to engage in conversation, but I was so taken with this beauty I could not recall any…I sat quietly. She waited for some word from me, some simple word but it would not come… My mind searched for a gentle way to approach her. I wanted to say all the things storming within me but could not find the words I needed to connect with her. I feared we would part at our stops and never meet again…and me, so very in love, never dreaming that I would ever lay eyes on anything as beautiful as she.

 

The sun is high
A hot summer day
My desire walks behind you
Sun-tanned, smiling
It follows your steps
As hot as the sand
Under your bare feet
As you run, fresh and cheerful
Like those waves touching
Your knees
A colony of ants
Is heading home
I whisper to them
Do you see her beauty?
She is my happiness
I’m taking her home.

Passing Days


Written: © Maxima

Passing Days

And so the days pass
Some sad, sometimes ugly,
Some are joyous, Sun-drenched,
when you are smiling,
your eyes sparkling.
Some, like this day, are somewhat wistful,
wanting things to be the same
when we were captivated by the beauty of us,
our enchantment, hearts bursting…
sweet nectar of your lips on mine and our
love in every line of poems we wrote,
ah, the poet in us.
So today I bring her something sweet,
tonight I will mold our dreams with passion,
the tenderness that only I know she wants and needs.
The sweet way that I know it.
Let me sculpt the darkness with sighs and light
the night with passion, unleash the expanse of imagination,
light it with the flame of desire.

Maxima

To My Father

Written: © Maxima

To My Father

I visit my Father.,I can not stop the tears that fall from my eyes
as my hand gently caresses the marble stone
place roses there.

It’s early morning … mist gray spills upon this sacred place.
It’s as though you do not want to see me..
once again as in countless times, I come for your advice.

So many times I’ve needed your hugs, affection.
A kiss, and yes, even forgiveness.
I haven’t gotten that even though I wanted it.

They tell me how you spoke to me, watched me in the cradle,
curled in a blanket by the furnace.
Your eyes were sad, not knowing if you would see the sunsets
of that summer.

With the fall, you were gone.
Covered in leaves that you loved so much, your touch now
a whisper of memory. I let the tears flow.

Somehow I know you look down and cherish those who watched
over us, mother and me, I was just a kid, a young boy, your namesake
that I will never again hear you utter.