The Heart Depends

Crystalline blue days
When the chill makes fires burning,
Cuddle warmth, alright,
Bright stars remind how we are
As spectacular alight.
We choose, choose again
Until matched lives come near, merge,
In a partnership
Meant to cling through good and bad,
Join with loving welds of time.
Believing our one
Finest, best, most beautiful,
To fill our moments
No measure spans such treasure;
Love on whom the heart depends.

 

Days dancing away
Quick in showy promenade
Leave trails on each face.

 

When we create, we
Share the rare air of Heaven
Capturing starlight.

 

I may miss tomorrow. I am having a procedure, but it should be alright. I hope all of you have a great day. Blessings always.

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© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

 

Moments Paid

A few things I lost
Along my wild rambling way
No permission did
Any seek, so none I gave,
Though parts now, I would recall.
The games our hearts play
Are often much uncertain,
Win one, another
Lose, as favor slips away
To leave arms open, empty.
Beauty questing fades,
With swift count, seasons turning,
But what exists deep
Within the pure soul, solid
As sweet joining bands of gold.
Music still remains
No force can forbid, steal what
Feelings it rouses,
A thrill long returning though
Presence, event, memory.
Lost, perhaps, but lived –
Free and candid, trusting love
To withstand each storm,
Taking time for sweet wonder
Passion’s rapt glory measured.
A few things I lost
Along my wild rambling way
No permission did
Any seek, so none I gave,
Though parts now, I would recall.

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© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Embrace

Curiosity
Began a fascination
A sense of reverence
Grown into admiration
Awe becoming powerful;
As days wax and wane,
Knowing a perplexity
As marvel enfolds
With a jolt of excitement
Bringing splendid wonder; LOVE!

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The rain continues,
Dark falls a wetter blanket,
The hill remains safe,
Out there fortune dances round
Choosing other lands to drown.

2
Thoughts wander afield,
Seek someone on whom to cling,
Becoming muzzy,
Not forthright, confused by night
Needing always goodness, light.

3
Opening up is
Sharp like polished steel, always
Hard being the one
To reveal the feelings held
So long, lonely, hidden, tight.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan