The Time

© T B Jackson

If time was of your own

Where would you have it stall

How would you play it out

When would you make the call

If one moment could be frozen

For time and eternity

Like a billboard in the Cross

For all the world to see

What memory would you choose

To display above all else

One that has defined your life

Created love or wealth

I know that very moment

I know with whom it would be

For I know what shaped my life

It was when you first came to me

Emptiness

© T. B. Jackson

I walk into an empty space

Void of all but air to breathe

Longing for companionship

But then fear soon outweighs the need

Fear of what I can't be sure

It permeates throughout my mind

Etched into my deepest thoughts

Stifling my heart's desires

It could be said I run from life

Or shy away from human touch

Buried in a lightless dream

Without hope and without love

And time is long, not so with life

But still no sign presents ahead

So as I wonder what could be

In loneliness my heart laments

Pictures of You

© T B Jackson

Ink on archival paper

Reveals a memory from the past

Like a dark and distant shadow

Across my mind it has been cast

It tells me of the fun we had

That will never be again

And despite the sadness that entails

Those memories remain

Physically I know that I will

Feel your touch no more

Emotionally you're always there

Knocking at the door

“Come in” I call, there's no reply

No matter how I pray

But still I ask for one more time

While staring at your face

All I have are pictures of you

To remind of those times

Images of memories

To last me all the while

Regrets

© T. B. Jackson

I was left without words when I saw you today

In silence I fell, my thoughts taken away

The sound of your voice, the glint in your eyes

I just wanted to hold you, to love you tonight

It's been far too long yet time has stood still

Like in exile alone on the edge of a hill

No rhyme and no reason can explain it to me

Why it is that a love that's so pure cannot be

You know of my feelings, the truth cannot hide

As sure as a cork bobs its way on the tide

And I run from your sight, I know not what to do

But I cannot erase what is is real, what is true

The only regret I will take to my grave

If I meet with my maker, if ever I'm saved

Will be never knowing just what might have been

Had I opened my heart and allowed you within

Short

© T. B. Jackson

If my contact seems to wane

Please don't hate me

If I fail to return your calls

Please don't berate me

It's not that I don't love you

You should know my love is true

I just need time alone to think

Time alone to work things through

Rising

© T. B. Jackson

The sun displays her orange yellow hues across the morning sky

As if on queue the fog begins to rise over the serenely quiet river

Swirling upwards, enveloping me with her stifling beauty

Until all I can feel, all I can taste, is her sweet refreshing touch

Soothing and clearing my innermost thoughts and desires

And then, once more on queue, begins to disperse

Ever so slowly, at first,

Quickening until all that’s left is a memory of something that was,

But is no more.

Cycles

© T. B. Jackson

Life and nature sing their songs

Their stories somehow intertwine

A cryptic mix of where we are

A glimpse inside our deep desires

A month ago I hid from sun

Now I seek it's warmth each day

A week ago I yearned for you

Now I avoid you like the plague

It's not that I no longer care

Nor that I have no love for you

But like a season on the change

One ends, another starts a-new

And this is life, it just goes on

As summer turns to autumn gold

And when new growth begins to sprout

I'll seek another's heart to hold

And though we may no longer be

As sunshine in the early morn

What we've had and where we've been

Will guide us through the winter long

As Mother Nature's cycle turns

When spring arrives I'm sure you'll see

When the beauty of the world is born

There'll be a time for you and me