My Forever

Here’s another old poem I stumbled across while going through the old Jackson archives.

My Forever

I cannot see them but I know they are all around me.
Watching over me, Taking care of me,
Cradling me with their majestic wings – so white and pure,
Absorbing my tears of sorrow and pain.
In a paralleled existence, there to catch us when we falter,
As we have so many times and are destined to do so many more.

I will someday break forth from this motionless body and fly through the sky with them.
Higher and higher will I soar,
My winged soul reaching for the edge of Heaven,
Only to discover what infinity truly is.
I will become one with them and will also wipe away the tears of others.
This is my hope, This is my blessing, This is my forever…

Do not cry when I get my wings,
For I will be there watching over you, wiping away your tears.
I will be there to catch you when you fall.
And on that day when you are set free,
I will be the first angel you see, I will be the one to give you your wings,
So that we may both soar on our wings together reaching for the edge of Heaven.

Kipling A. Jackson 9/18/2013

Dedicated to my lovely wife, I LOVE YOU!

©2016  Kipling A. Jackson

The Phoenix

A couple of phrases revealed themselves to me last night. Below is the finished product. A poem of darkness and light and hope entitled “The Phoenix”. Enjoy…Kip.

The Phoenix

Under grey cloud I ponder,
Of dreams and wishes I chase away.
As darkness falls over the land,
Am I awake or in deep slumber?
The blackness surrounds and destroys,
Time measured upon apathetic plunder.

Whispering wind flowing through my hair,
Breaking through the morning fog,
A new hope shines down.
I turn to face the rising sun,
To bear witness, the birth of a new day.
Emerging from tainted depths,
The binding ashes shed,
My body aglow in Its healing light.
Bathing in Its warmth,
With magnificent wings spread,
I rise.

12/8/15
Kipling A. Jackson

 © 2016 Kipling A. Jackson

A Blue Pellucidity

Surrounding me is a deep, clear blue,
In this place my dreams come true.
An eternal love, a never ending warmth, and security,
We enter into my Blue Pellucidity.

The Blue Pellucidity
5/11/15

I find myself sitting before a dark blue grand piano beneath a moonlit sky. The piano – its spotless shine reflecting the cool, blue moonlight on to my face. My long fingers touch the keys. They move gracefully over each of them, searching and feeling every curve, every distinct edge separating each note – tantalizing my senses. It has been a long time.

My fingers press down, the keys give under the pressure. The first notes play. My ears hear the delicate warmth of the tones. My fingers, strong and tight, flow without hesitation from one key to the next. The warmth finds its way into my soul surrounding it with an ecstasy so pure and true making it impossible for my disease to break through.

Upon a whispering evening breeze the notes carry the medley into this immaculate evening. I know this is a dream, but I am in a place where dreams come true – The Blue Pellucidity.

5/12/15

© 2016 Kipling A.  Jackson