FOUR (A Special Series of Thirteen) –

FOUR (A Special Series of Thirteen) –

The fourth of thirteen poems -

I cannot imagine the reality of what it will be like when I find her.

Butterflies in my stomach are bound to stir.

I have been thinking of you more recently than most times,

Even in the days where I forget to write these silly thirteen rhymes.

A day I will remember in future of starlit mornings to share

Because I have found someone in her through the deep depths of my heart I care.

Doors open as marches down the paths God sends our guide

When feelings erupt in volcanoes so strong we can no longer hide.

On this day of days your beauty was evident unlike ever before

However fires with winds and storms came the light’s chariots radiant as we soar.

Remain silent as stares of moons and stars carry us skies away

At His pierced feet I with blessed words I lay down my pride in the texts I pray.

I break down and weep amazed at the guardians of angels who surround my soul

I am searching and searching the meanings of why I apply in the goals I no longer control.

I am lost in the translation of my thoughts floating from reality into supposed dreams.

I remain in part stuck in heaven’s blessed music and nature’s sound of streams.

I wonder why I go to so much trouble for writing the whims of a continual broken heart,

But then I remember with pain hearts heal in the moments when everything tears apart.

JLC iii, 4/1/2012