These ancient feelings, run deep to the core.
Roots overgrown and broken, renew thee once more.
Transcending, through time and space.
I'm merely a vessel, just waiting to open its doors.
Release me into this cosmic infinity, and send me home.
Mother earth, so lovely you are, but your people are drones.
Thoughtless amphibians, waiting to conform.
Please just take me, take my soul; let me come home.
So many beautiful breaths I've breathed, in this magnificent world.
So many wonderful night's left to adore.
Though I love this planet, I'll be happy when I've finally gone home.
© 2013 Christina Jackson

I may be a dreamer, but I'm not the only one.
I may be a thinker, yet I don't stand alone.
I may be a lover, just waiting to discover.
Or maybe I'm you, and you're I.
Just passing ships, floating through the sky.
I may be a dreamer, but no dreams are the same as mine.
I may be a thinker, but not one person thinks as I.
I may be a lover, thinking, and dreaming,
of all the wondrous things, If I ever did discover,
a dreamer, a thinker, a lover, such as I.
© 2013 Christina Jackson

I write not for me, but for you.
I share what’s in my heart, in hopes it reaches yours.
This love of mine will never die in vain.
If only words could really express,
What it is we’re all trying to say.
We write because we know no other way.
We write because we all have something to say.
For words are only words, until they're perfectly placed.
They wait patiently, not knowing where they’ll go, or what they’ll say.
We all write because we have something to say, it comes from deep within.
Yet sometimes we don’t know where to start or when to end.
We’re all dying, pleading, the same things.
We just use different words, in different ways, to reach an end.
© 2013 Christina Jackson

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