Such beauty she radiates.
Glistening, glowing.
Into the sun, she melts away.
Rays so bright, but you
cannot look away.
Such beauty she radiates.
On the darkest of days.
Always smiling, yet
something has changed.
And nothing's the same.
Such beauty she radiates.
But is she worth the pain?

© 2013 Christina Jackson

Clouds are lost souls, searching for their place.
They pass over all the land's and all the sea's,
but they have yet to find their missing piece.
© 2013 Christina Jackson

These threads we weave,
what a tangled web we've conceived.
Memories woven into paper, parchment.
Ancient tapestries, un-carved dreams.
Lost souls, disregarded screams.
Millions upon billions of years,
we've spent revolutionizing our means.
The purpose of life, is much simpler
than previously seemed.
Mother nature's blessings, are all that we need.
Survival of the fittest, so it seems.
We all compete, for that irresistible dream.
Those iridescent shapes and colors you perceive.
Are so blatantly out of focus; how insightful of we.
These chains rusted and broken, they all speak to me.
Could it be we've been asking all of the wrong questions?
What if there isn't a purpose to life, and no end to suffering?
How do we attain the unattainable goal, that gift everlasting?
I think we've been asking all of the wrong questions.
And it's absolutely maddening,
© 2013 Christina Jackson

She walks, like madness in the night.
Never quite knowing, if she's been steered right.
She runs, on eggshells all day long.
or hot coals, whichever you'd prefer to call them.
She knows she's fading, distantly anticipating.
Where she'll end up, no one quite knows.
She walks, down by the seashore; moonlight, it disappears.
Patiently waiting, for a place to call her own.
She sits, underneath the starry night sky, wishing, waiting, to reappear.
© 2013 Christina Jackson

I think we've met,
once before
Not in this lifetime,
but I can't be sure.
© 2013 Christina Jackson

Doors open; Infinitely swinging both ways.
I've been waiting breathlessly to speak with you again.

But please don't come, if you cannot stay.
I'm at a loss for words, wordless again.

And please don't promise, if no promises you're willing to make.
This never happens, as I always have something to say.

Please just love me; simply because you know my name.
For unknown reasons, you've left me speechless again.

For now, hope is all I hold, in this hopeless abode.
Forever resting, in this empty home; I call my heart, the roaming gnome.
© 2013 Christina Jackson