Mississippi

You've gone so many places

that I couldn't keep count,

and although we already live so far away,

we still talk

every now and then

and I wait for the summer day

where I can walk

and sit and talk

and marvel at the wonders

and beauty;

all is here

under these muggy covers.

Tell me about your travels,

and all the things

you saw.

Tell me of the things

that left you in
such awe.

 

 Tell me about Mississippi,

and Florida, and Indiana,

and all the others.

You'll say nothing interesting

in your opinion.

But the one of innocent heart

will be amazed.

©LJ

 27 May 2014

Trying To Remember

I'm trying to remember

everything that happened

that

not so distant day.

There were many things

I wish I could have done,

but can no longer do

to mend your broken heart.

Could I have been the puppeteer 

to move your body so elegantly,

so that you may have the ability

to keep holding on?

But I wish, I wish...

with all my heart...

that even though you're gone,

you remember me.

Me, this lonely heart

that you so connected to.

With our shattered hearts and broken bones,

I yearn for your embrace;

your gentle nature and kind heart.

I long for the day

the wind caresses our figures

and we lie in the meadow,

in each others arms...

waiting for them to take us home,

where we belong.

And then I shall remember

everything that happened

that

very distant day.

©LJ

26 May 2014

 

Merciful

I ask You not be merciless,

but merciful.

As You die for us,

I will die for You.

As You have forgiven me,

I can not forgive myself,

and beg for affirmation.

As You have taken my

sleeping soul mate home,

I will bear his pain

and sleep in agony.

©LJ

16 May 2014

This I May, Unto All

The wish upon my mind

is love to bring me life,

to where the light in these stars

were only but figments in my imagination;

to where the sound of trumpets

fill the air around me.
So this I may.

This I may, unto all,

wonder what I have done

to deserve agony such as this.

Everything is cold

because there is no soul

to beckon warmth.

Will no one tell me

why I am at fault?

Will I forevermore bear this pain

because no voice is there

to free me from the shackles

of what I have done?

And here I shall lay.

Forever.

Alone.

Once more.

©LJ

15 May 2014