You are more lovely than the
sea is green.
The scent of evergreen, and the grass
beneath your feet.
You are more lovely than the
birds, the bees and the trees.
Rain soaked tenderness,
dances across the street.
You are more lovely than
all the dreams I've dreamed.
Nothing is more lovely than the
look your eyes gleam.
All along those dusty forgotten roads,
Is where I ought to be.
Is where my heart will be.
And nothing is more lovely than
the thought of you and me.
© 2013 Christina Jackson

Out of these layers of existence
Your presence, is much reminisced.
Out of these layers of existence.
I beg to forget, but never regret.
Shed these layers, peel away
the scars, the years, the tears.
Out of these layers of existence
You don't have to hide anymore,
there's nothing to fear; terrified of those
true colors bleeding onto the page
and melting into the floor.
Frightened to let go, but remember
what you'll miss. Don't throw away
everything you've ever lived for.
Out of these layers of existence
take off the mask
rewind the time
forget those hateful words
just live your life
remember the strife
just live your life
not enough time
don't let it slip
by..
© 2013 Christina Jackson

May the wind be my breath,
and the rain be my tears.
May the thunder be my madness,
when you are in fear.
© 2013 Christina Jackson

You may be older; but I'm just as old.
You may be wise; but I'm all the wiser.

You may be filled with love; but not from I.
You may be a lot of things; but one thing
you're not; is mine.

Your comfort is like home to me, but
I couldn't tell you why.

I've been wandering for far too long,
I think I've lost my mind.

Maybe I'm just a wrecking ball,
waiting to demolish that wall you've built,
around your heart.
or
Maybe I'm just the dart, you're the eye,
and the bulls waiting patiently; silently disguised.
© 2013 Christina Jackson

I can't quite tell, but  I think you've been living in a shell.
I'd like you to come out, and show me what you're all about.
© 2013 Christina Jackson

If all we've seen or seem is but a dream within a dream,
does that mean, when you visit me in my dreams,
it's not a dream at all, but reality?
And if not all is previously seen or seemed,
then maybe we really are just dreams within dreams.
© 2013 Christina Jackson

It could take a lifetime
to realize what it is
we've come here for
It could take a lifetime
until you come knockin at my door
It okay cause' I know
what I'm looking for
I thought I found you
once. But you slipped
right through my fingers
and I couldn't see you
anymore. Who knows.
It could take a lifetime
So please come find me
I don' know where you are
Maybe I'm blinded, but
I couldn't be sure.
Who really knows,
anything anymore?
One thing I do know
for sure. Is that I'll
find you, in this crazy
mixed up world.
I'd just like to tell you
please don't give up,
I'll be there soon.

© 2013 Christina Jackson