Your Jacket

Wrapped up in your jacket
But not through your sleeves
Your arms around your jacket and me

I can’t wiggle out
Why would I want to try
I tilt up my chin and catch your eyes

Blue with gray flecks
Looking down to the place
Where one finger brushes my lips and face

Resting my head
In the corner of your neck
Squeezing me tighter just to check

That I’m right here with you now
That I know where you are
That I feel us together
Under this winter moon and stars

I’m not leaving yet
I’m staying right here
This time and this moment
Sees us perfectly clear

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Everything

You are the safe arms I fall into,
a warm embrace,
a passionate kiss,
a shoulder to lean on,
a knowing look,
a bright smile,
a compassionate soul,
an anchor to ground me,
a reminder of what’s real,
a consistent support,
a breath of fresh air,
a soft place for my tears to fall.

You are my hero,
my cheerleader,
my warrior,
my rock,
my love,
the truth in my heart,
words full of wisdom
and everything I could ever want.

Togetherness

Wrapped in strong arms

Holding me tightly

Against your skin I melt

Into the center of your soul

Head tucked under your chin

A gentle touch across my back

Looking up to meet eyes of golden brown

As you look back into mine

My breath is taken from me

Warmth radiates within

In awe of true connection

The essence of beauty

Existing in moments like these

Perfection living in this togetherness

Two souls merge into one

The Change Must Come From Within

My soul aches for the lesson of you.

 

Ego seeks to control and manage against what is.

 

Glimpses of perfection hang in the air like the scent of you after your gone.

 

Brief moments of freedom when nothing mattered in the world but the two of us.

 

No clamour of the past or noise of the future.

 

My reality based on perception instead perception creating what I see.

 

Was any of it really what I believed?

 

Or was the story mine alone?

 

Wanting to make something what it will not be.

 

Sending light across time and space in hopes to heal a heart that is not mine to heal.

 

Wishing the switch to turn on the fuel to ignite your flame to burn as bright as it’s meant to be.

 

Waiting for your words and actions to mirror back at me what I feel for you.

 

Exhausted by indecision.

 

Needing to just be truly seen by you.

 

Tears fall on my pillow.

 

Wishing, wanting and needing cannot free a heart from the bondage of it’s past.

 

The change must come from within.