The light of my lifeI have seen the light and been changedMore Like This
I have swallowed it whole, and burned from the inside out,
I have burned the memory into my mind, my soul, and the inside of my chest
And every time I see it again, my chest burns with the recollection.
I have watched the light
I have watched it touch every corner of my dark places
And swallow it whole
As if somehow, in some twisted world,
It is the light that needs me, and not the inverse.
I have seen the light and been changed,
As warmth and safety wash over me, like the ebb and flow of waves
Crashing against my defenses.
Not surprisingly, it burns so fiercely that my walls melt away
I have felt the light,
As though caressing me from a distance,
Making me align toward it,
Desperate to cross endless voids just to feel it against my skin
I have heard the light,
Delicate, and musical
Each note sweeter than the last, until finally
Finally I feel I must weep, for truly there should be no other.
I still see the light, dancing,
Strong and steady, becko
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All tumult stilled and silent
Arms that surge with newfound strength,
A heart that pounds and aches.
Where once storms would wreck and damage
Now there is strength, stillness.
For one who needed movement, always
With understanding of peace, came a love for it
And yet, a lust for adventure,
A need and a drive to see not the world,
just the parts of it that contain things most precious
Places where the likes of Aphrodite and Hestia trod
Leaving behind the likes of love and family behind the world has never seen
For pieces of life that once were enigma
Are now knowledge that fill, and provide strength
the knowledge that in scant years, the name Jones will claim another.
All these things and more, you provide.
My Desert Rose, and my own lady of the emerald isle