Happens

I thought I knew the music
I believed my soul caught fire
I knew love was meant forever
I sought to chase my many dreams,
But when suddenly you kissed me
I realized I was dreadfully mistaken
You were the love in my life missing,
So I became who you wanted
To reach the heaven of everything.

Still, trying, I could not capture
The deep, whole, central heart of you
Though you held me in your hand,
Nothing, not one thing, made you mine;
All I gave you set to the flame
My life burned for your attention,
But every treasure you failed to mention
There were swarms of others who
Caught your fancy, charmed your eyes,
I finally, late, realized I was wasting
My time trying to convince you to see
I was, and had, the love you needed,
I let you go – walked out – set you free;
Sometime later, you reached for me,
But all forsaken, I had taken hope
In hand and found another wanting me.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

Excellent Zeal

The movement of stars
In the firmament of the sky,
Reminds me of how
Your eyes shine with radiance
When you express your passion.
What you are living,
What you love, every treasure,
That moves you to speak;
These things that inspire your heart
Stand with you against the dark.
Everyone has times
They shuffle away from where
Their miracles lie,
But I have seen you become
More than who you were before.
You have the lights turned
High on the goals you must seek,
There is no stopping
Until you find yourself complete
Your soul carries you everywhere.
Bathe in the fountain
Under the moon shining bright,
Know you provided
Encouragement needed to
Help others discover delight.
All who go this way
Live one with the beloved –
Those chosen and set
Apart, who exist in emotions
Deep, wild, free, called to create.
The movement of stars
In the firmament of the sky,
Reminds me of how
Your eyes shine with radiance
When you express your passion.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

So T’is

We, a masterpiece,
Painted love upon the present
Never are erased,
Caresses full of ardor
Colored words our wild passion.

I believed in you
Long enough to breathe your life
Into what was mine,
Now we are never alone
Bound each to one another.

Fixed pieces within
A frame carefully cited
Who we are and may
Become on some future day;
Art skillfully executed.

The purse lies empty,
No one dares to refill it,
Because they want no
Part of its obligation;
Owning possibilities.

I cannot ever
Know because it is yours to
Take, to carry on,
But I love you – despite grief,
Which will not have you, the thief.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

If you wish, your prompt is to create things that demonstrate how you have reality in hand but are somehow outside it. Dare to be the freedom that expresses what is yours and yet beyond yourself. Life is a crucible, be the alchemy.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan