Oh, I’ve found the sweetest song that my ear has ever heard!
My heart has ever known!

‘tis are prayers by friends, family and strangers
Oh, how sweet are they that they remind me of Your love,
They remind me that you are a listening God

And I am not alone, no, I am never alone
For I see you in their eyes, I see you move mountains by the content of their hearts

Oh, what a sweet, sweet song it is.. The prayers that I receive…
‘tis the most wonderful gift,
Like a delivering troop, a chariot of fire and gold…

What does it feel like to be in love?

Is it like the water that cools your head
or is it like the water that drowns you in it?

Is it like the fire that keeps you warm
or is it like the fire that burns you down?

Is it like the joy that can make you smile
or is it like the joy that brings tears to your eyes?

What does it feel like to be in love?

Should it be the feeling of freedom
or should it be the feeling of suffocation ?

Should I feel scared and paranoid
or should I feel safe and secure ?

And what if I am feeling all this together,
Is it still okay?
Is it still considered love ?

You're out there
spinning galaxies
with fine tipped fingers
compressing time
then
stretching it out
into gossamer fibrils
casting each
diaphonous strand
into a perfect
jordans curve
infinite
ideal
iterations
looping
into each other
incessantly
less maven
more childlike
and lost
endlessly striving
to rewrite all those
coded memories
becoming
cocooned
confused
soffocating
and bruised
trapped
by your own
woven web of
shimmering lies.

© J.C.

I devote what little time
I don't devote to myself,
Not to him,
But to me thinking
About him.


-- Eleanor

Is your bedroom ceiling,
As dark as mine?
Can you see in,
The night?

Is it pebbled,
Is it flat,
What do the,
Shadows look like?

Can you look up,
And see your dreams,
Or just see concrete,
And beams.