Between Him & I

Between Him and I,

he's a kind-hearted guy

with a gleam in his eye

and a soft-sounding sigh.

He's a man with a heart

as gold as sun

and a warmth about him

that soothes everyone.

Between Him and I,

there's a curl to his hair

and a flaw here and there,

but he is perfect to me

beyond compare.

He's gentle and innocent

and gleaming with charm;

with a tip of his hat

and smile with no harm.

Between Him and I,

he's a sight to be seen.

He's a beautiful soul

with an innocent spirit

and eyes like the moon

and a tale like

the mapping of stars.

Between Him and I,

I speak of his good,

just like all should.

Between Him and I,

six years ago,

he went to be home

where now

he can be left alone.

And while we still grieve,

I know in my heart,

he and I, and he and world,

will never part. 

He's my muse,

my best friend and more.

He's got magic

and wisdom 

and much more in store.

Between Him and I...

he is one that I love.

He is one that inspires me

to go beyond and above.

Between Him and I..

well...

time will continue telling.

But I love him.

-LJ

25 June 2015

Six years ago, June 25th.

I Have A Wish

I have a wish.
I can't tell you what it is.
I can not tell another soul,
nor think of it.
It is the wish
in my dream
that longs to be
reality.

I have a wish.
I can't tell you what it is.
I can imagine it,
but I can't tell you what it is.
It is the yearn for an embrace,
the comfort of your word,
the lulling of you song.
It is the soothing touch,
the reliance of your protection,
the wisdom of your tale.
It is the mercy,
the spirit,
the sensation of your healing.
It is your gentle interaction
as you watched me discover
the world that surrounded me
and played the game of life.
It is the
sweet and gentle
hush of wind
that saves me
from the
grasp of depression,
gives me hope,
and teaches me
to believe again.

I have a wish.
I can't tell you what it is.
I can not tell...
but I can dream

and maybe one day,

it will reveal itself

in reality.

-LJ

11 June 2015

One Last Time

Feeling like you are losing control...

feeling like your feet aren't steady on the ground...

feeling like your hands can't grasp that one object...

feeling like you can't hold anything in,

but feeling everything about to come out...

...feeling...

one last time.

Talking to yourself...

because you're the only friend you have...

because you're the only one you trust...

because you're lonely,

but you're actually not so alone...

...feeling...

one last time,

that I am talking to myself,

to fill the empty silence

because loneliness

is not newborn, but is actually so old

that I'm used to being the one

feeling alone...

 one last time. 

-LJ

09 June 2015