Poems By M E Sterling

Thee

When asked why I do love thee so,

I know not a simple reply.
I know I do love thee most true, and never stop to wonder why.

I love thee like God-given life--

without your love, I could not be:
your kiss breathes life into my breast; your sigh sets my caged soul free--

Free to wonder through the night

and find itself upon your door;
free to stand beneath the moon and love thee like no one before.

If you peer deep within my soul,

the only thing you'll find is thee,
for, when we kissed, our souls combined, and thee came as one with me.

Two as one, yet, in life, still two,

we dance beneath the moonlit sky.
Our hearts mold to each others hands-- our souls melt in each other's sigh--

as we steal yet another kiss.

M.E. Sterling

Lisa

While walking in the dark of night

along a misty, dismal street,
there came upon me true beauty-- our eyes met as we chanced to meet.

Her eyes fought to hold up their front,

but I saw that which lies within:
yearnings to love and to be loved-- loved like no one has ever been.

Her beauty shook me hard and fast,

and woke my mortal soul from sleep.
For many years it remained still-- so still--you couldn't see it weep.

Her hair reached out and brushed my soul,

then painted pictures with its tears--
pictures of her lost dreams and hopes, and love, undying, to last the years.

She knew not what to think of me.

Was I just a thief in the night
looking to steal away her heart; leaving her in a mournful plight?

I couldn't help but embrace her--

so close-- I could feel her heart beat,
or was it my own I did feel, reborn again from last defeat?

With all the strength within my heart,

I wished that night to never end.
Oh--has fate brought her forth to me, or has she another hand to lend.

M.E. Sterling

Destiny's Hand

A lonely ancient ship set sail

across the vast forbidding sea.
Her bow points toward a distant shore so far away, it can't be seen.

Torn by the violent, raping winds,

her gentle, white sails breathe no more.
Still--she struggles to survive-- and reach that unknown distant shore.

She is battered both day and night

as crashing waves pound 'gainst her hull.
Still--she sails--by destiny's hand into the eye--the peaceful lull.

She can't turn for what's lost behind,

for the storm's upon her again.
The wind steals her breath away, and razors come down in the rain.

Her bones moan and her timbers creak.

Her cries are drowned within the storm.
Her children wear faces of fear as they all huddle to keep warm.

Blood and salt sting her guiding eyes

that strain to find the distant land.
She strains her ragged, outstretched arms and grasps the safety in her hand.

The storm is gone. The sea is calm.

Her children sigh with great relief.
She is battered, but still alive, for time was but the only thief

Far away, beyond the sun,

another violent storm resounds.

M.E. Sterling