Eingehüllt mit meinen Gedanken wie unter einer warmen Decke
geschützt und geborgen vor der Kälte.
Minuten die zu Stunden werden verbringe ich
mit Dir in meinen Gedanken.
Grenzenlos frei, Sorgenlos ohne jede Störung
Ein lautloses Verlangen führt mich immer wieder zu Dir.
All meine Sinne werden zu einem schmerzhaften, köstlichen Sehnen.
Willenlos sind meine Gedanken in diesen Zeitlosen Momenten.

Eveline Elisaberh Hanson
02-11-2011

picture by J.W. Waterhouse

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Dein Gesicht ist so klar vor mir, wie am ersten Tag.
Es hat sich eingeprägt in meinem Gedächtnis.
Ich sehe Deine Augen, Deinen Mund, Deine Hände.
Immer wieder laufen meine Gedanken zurück
Zu dem ersten Tag, Momente die kurz waren.
Sie lassen mich nicht los.
Meine Fantasie lauft mit mir davon,
Wünsche werden wach.
Ruhelos und von Verlangen geplagt,
Sehnsucht nach Erfüllung.
Die Vorstellung Dich zu lieben,
erweckt ein unvorstellbares Glücksgefühl
in meiner feurigen Seele.

Eveline Elisabeth Hanson
02-05-2011

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My thoughts are spiral back to the time you been by my side.

I still have this indescribable feelling of your tender embrace,

The sensual caress and whispered longings.

I am swept away in this quite trembling passion

And recapture the moment's we shared.

It seems what I feel is not of earth,

I can not comprehend this cloudless heaven.

All this can only be, and nothing else and nothing less,

Than a ray streaming from your fiery soul.

Eveline Elisabeth Hanson     

11-28-2008                                                             

Fredrick Leigthon

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The first time I met you

Your eyes gazed longingly,

Tracing my face and body.

I could feel this overwhelming desire

Intensely creeping through me.

Driven by this buring, delicious torment

Imagined to feel the touch of your hand,

The smell of your skin and the trill of your kiss.

Weakened by the thought of expressing

Sufficiently the true feeling I have for you.

Terrified of this enriched passion

Powerless, I store this intense sensation

In my extensive emotional repertoire of live.

Eveline Elisabeth Hanson

11-16-2008

Tender Touch In the Eyes of Love

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My hand is holding a Penny I found,
Worthless to some as it lay on the ground.
Covered with soil, the copper so doll  
Diminished in his looks, no shine reflects.
The Penny I found is a treasure to me,
For I judge it not by the tarnish it wears.
The value he brings is still the same,
Tho there is no fame to attached to his name.
It rounds the numbers to make them complete.
Perhaps it's  brought happines for some in need.
I take my found treasure home with me
And place it in a jar with all the others.
I know one day I will be glad,
Just a dull penny that brightened my day.

11July 2007
Eveline Elisabeth Hanson

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Weeks have turned into months, with no dark thoughts
Urging me to express my troubled emotions.
I am content, happy free AT LAST,
Feverish with delight that I find joy in such simple things.
Sunlight gllimmering through my window to waken me.
A roof above my head to shelter me from stormy weather.
The sight of birds resting their wings in the trees,
Perhaps looking for a mate.
A book to read and dream of a forgein land I like to see.
I"m free of tortured thoughts that consume me.
Free at last.
No searching for someone to love me.
No longer incomplete, but content to love myself as I am.
At Last, I've gained a feeling of freedom and peace.

Eveline Elisabeth Hanson
01-17-2007

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The Airport lies quietly before me,  shrouded in thick, grey clouds.
Early morning has not yet chased the night away.
The air is still; even  the signal lights seem to blink slower,
The calm before the madness of daylight hours.
My heart grows heavier by every inch I draw closer to the entrance.
Once again, I depart, from my family, my friends, my homeland.

Lines are formed to pass security. I want to turn around and run. I want to stay!
Sleepy, somber faces surround me. No arrivals at this early hour.
No happy homecomings. No glad embraces.
Only departures.

A wailing cry pierces the quitness. My eyes search for the source of this heartbreaking sound. A small women clutches a young man to her, her forgin words a cry of hurt.
Chills ripple through my body. With every sob I feel her pain.

Departure means leaving loved ones behind.
My thoughts are with my children, grandchildren, and friends.
My stay was short, not long enough to fill the emptiness in my heart.
I whisper "Goodbye" with a lilt to my voice and a smile to hide my tears.
I refuse to put much weight on this word.
Pretending a carfree heart, dealing with a trifling emotion,
I surrunder to my departure.

Eveline Elisabeth Hanson
27 October 2006

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How do I explain the longing for you?
Hungrily driven by this burning feeling,
My heart beats through my entire body;
Only consicious of you.
Ignoring all other aspects,
The feelings are stronger then all other senses.
Engaging in this mute longing for you,
Leaping like a hungry wolf into your arms,
Feeling your lips meet mine, the smell of your skin,
The wanting, when I tumble unacompanied
With potent feelings onto the moments
Of unforgettable passion.
In that instant you are mine, by my side,
In my heart and soul.

Eveline Elisabeth Hanson
09-24-2006

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Built on a rocky foundation were my dreams,
Like the sand of the Ocean washed away.
Left only with Illusions of finding Love.
Smooth, seemed the surface of my heart,
Not seeing the tiny crust, opend by Illusions.
Pain escaped once again, tears falling.
Disolution became once more reality.
Storms vanish. So will my pain.
Leaving me with a finer mold;
With grains of gold
To enrich my soul with the abundance of life.

Eveline Elisabeth Hanson
08-06-2006

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Bravely I see the blind man walk,
His feet are steady, clear must be his few.
No stumble slows his pace.
His cane the helping hand to use,
To cross the busy road.
Sometimes we walk unseen path's
The road ahead is shrouded with mists of fear.
Are seeing eye clouded by the truth.
At times we look for a lending ear,
A helping hand, just like the blind man does.
To break the fall when we have stumbled.
To bring us on our feet again.
And guide us through the dark,
To see the light again.

Eveline Elisabeth Hanson
05-22-2006

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