A Night in Mazatlan—A Poem
When the chilling winds of winter come,
I often drift off into the shadows of a memory—
where silhouettes of beauty
and echoes of whispers long gone—
Recreate the image and warmth of Stephany
A soft warm breeze on a summer night
moves golden streams of moonlit hair— in my reverie.
As I reminisce in flashes
and rhythms of heartbeats felt—
on a night in Mazatlán—a night of epiphany.
Sounds of nightlife surf a gentle breeze.
From nearby streets, guitars add music to the symphony—
a concerto of wonders,
flows softly through the balmy air—
replaying a sonata of divine harmony.
As we walk along the water’s edge,
A mist from splashing waves touches us playfully—
like the essences of nature,
pursuing souls searching for passion—
guiding them gently into the hands of familiarity.
In the comfort of the summer night,
we rested on the seaside sand— entwined in ecstasy.
The tenderness of caresses
rendered feelings of desire for more—
until rays of morning sun stirred our slumbering tranquility.
In the stillness of night, broken silence raps softly,
And I return to this existing reality—
Your slumbering form still present,
our pledges still loyal through time—
I gaze at the face of love with deep sincerity.
© Don Fiduccia 2014