I'd like to show you, share with you, in the essence of this beautiful blooming flower, infinitely growing, ever renewing itself, always and forever. Something so beautiful, the divine begin to wonder, question everything they've ever pondered. A love no writer, no poet, could ever put into words. Everything flowing from these hands, these fingertips; a beautiful, ever flowing gift. I'd like to show you, share with you, welcome you on this adventure of mine. Open your eyes, everything you've ever wanted, I can help you find. You already hold the key, so won't you put your hand in mine?
© 2013 Christina Jackson

Why do you only visit me,
in deepest corners of my mind?
Why don't you follow me love?
Out of the dark, and into the light.
© 2013 Christina Jackson

This empty room; this empty space.
The emptiness I claim, beneath these naked sheets;
The empty space, someday soon, may be complete.
Hopelessly hoping you have no thoughts of retreat.
These empty spaces, between these sheets.
A sadness pours down over me; every night I lay down to sleep.
The fires burn forever, slowly fueling this empty heart of mine.
Doubts and regrets, fill this cluttered mind of mine.
As I rest; all I want is your hand in mine,
your slow gentle breath, breathing slowly, lovingly against my neck.
Where time is never wasted, and time always well spent.
It angers my heart; that I haven't found you yet.
I gave up looking; after years and years of hell.
© 2013 Christina Jackson

As I sit, wind blowing through my hair.
Staring out the window, wishing you were here.
So beautiful; the sun stares.
So lovely; the wind blows.
So endless; the rivers flow.
Staring out the window, wishing you were here.
© 2013 Christina Jackson

My music box;

Is your heart set on repeat.


It makes my heart;
and your heart
share the same beat


and I'm dying to replay them.

© 2013 Christina Jackson

Trapped in this material world;
All these material girls, possessed by their possessions
Trapped in this material world;
nothing I want, and nothing more
All these people, all these things
What are they really?
but just things,
and trinkets
and rings.
I'm Trapped;
Nowhere to go, nothing to give.
© 2013 Christina Jackson

You are the shine to my light,
the breath, that gives me life.
My never ending river, flowing just right.
© 2013 Christina Jackson