To Be...

To Be...
By, Jess Dickson


I yearn to watch you dreaming
Eyes tickling lids to keep up
I yearn to dream with you
To enter your slumber
As its gentleness covers my head
And walk at your side
Through the luminous forest
Of colored leaves
With its glowing sun
And multiple moons
Towards to peak you must ascend
To meet your greatest fear
I yearn to give you the olive branch
The blooming gardenia
The single word that will shield you
From the anguish at the center
I yearn to guide you
Up the spiral stairs
Be the vessel that brings you home
Where your body rests beside me
And enters sleep
As easily as breathing in
I yearn to be the air
That swirls within you
For only a moment
I yearn to be…

Calling Us Home

Calling Us Home
By, Jess Dickson


Clinging to the raft of reason
Fingers tangled in compassion’s knot
Swells of madness rush o’er heads bent low
Resisting current’s wrath with planks of anticipation
Lives collide in waves of time standing still
Forbidden tears restrain screams in the drift
As we navigate our passage with oars of language
Visions set on lighthouse brilliant truth
Signaling us to move beyond pervading darkness
Calling us home

Reflected Hope

Reflected Hope
By, Jess Dickson

Searching deranged glass for reflection,
Cracked with brutal truth by the fist of terror
Pondering a moment yet to pass through refraction
Considering the fragments that remain in broken place
Pointing with inside eyes at the scars
Still remaining after passing ages of scattered self
Misplaced by after-thoughts and forget-me-nots
Repression’s grace saves today’s face
Cloaked with the smile that radiates only for you
Unpronounced speculation concealed in its glow
Questioning inverse perspective of dedication
Lesions of spirit healed in your vision
Eyes that gaze beyond the blemish of tears
Offering yourself without hesitation
Replenishing dried wells of inspiration
Irrigated with distilled waters of devotion
Hope infuses fractured dreams
Revealing desires of long awaited tomorrows
Resting in the outstretched palms of divinity
Summoned by the yearning prayer of freedom
Finding its beacon in the sparkle of hearts

Kaleidoscope Life

Kaleidoscope Life
By, Jess Dickson

Tear shaped hours have shed light afire
Shades of grey transformed with the turn of heart
Our kaleidoscope discovered beneath ruins of timeless visions
Rooted in the seconds they began
Behind doors locked with yesterdays key
Dust covered souls hidden within boxes we designed
Integrity of self placed in shadowed corners
Set free to soar home on wings of grace
Verity of life revealed in brilliant longing hues
What we left behind waits in the breath of dawn
Hollow dreams animated by hopes gentle strokes
As eyes meet to witness prisms only we can see
In this, our kaleidoscope life

The Lonesome Path of Fall Ends In Spring
By, Jess Dickson with R.D.

Where is the special place?
Beyond the reach of foliage, hidden in the maple’s renewal
And who lives there?
Just a simple girl with a grace-carved heart
When will I see her?
Let the hope-rays light the way of your heart’s vision
How long must I wait?
Seasons will fold in God’s hands when ours begins
The search is long and only just begun
Your quest has found its ending here, in this period of new creation
To travel on down
Set your sights above the gray unto the purest expanse of life
Such a lonesome path of fall
You traveled here on the east winds of transformation
Like the gold of a rainbow
Emerging from passing life storms, thunder- cries of winters gone by
Not one gold, but all colors together is she
Melded together by forgiving anticipation, divine preparation
The one I'm searching for
Is finally within your circle, never broken, of boundless dreams
The reason I'm on this road
Has finally been revealed in the cry of the cardinal finding home
Where may I find my love?
Beneath the maple, waiting for you on an unmeasured bench of understanding

Dedication

Dedication
By, Jess Dickson

We were...
   Swallowed by waters of timeless desperation
   Drenched in waves of catastrophic nostalgia
   Profoundly submerged in oceanic blues

We never…
    Considered the hope in a star’s beckoning
    Believed in midnight’s lustrous radiance
    Pondered the notion of breath lacking that intrinsic ache

We are…
    Surfacing in shades of rebirth
    Captivated by strokes of divinity unearthed
    Finding jewels among life’s soiled tokens

We have…
    Eyes dyed with serene acceptance
    A heart faith-painted with hues of allegiance
    Lips to impart the kiss of healing declaration

Buds In Bloom

Bud’s In Bloom
By, Jess Dickson

Waiting for revelation to descend
Falling truth-drops into outstretched hands
Cupped with knowledge of yesterday’s tears
Suspended midstream by evidence of grace
Despair’s shadow eclipsed by love
Mercy imparted on faith’s open wings
Grief departs on the back of a dove
Feathered with implicit truth
Soaring on prayerful winds of change
Beauty resounds in time shared
Silent whispers perched on moments claimed
Pondering the buds about to expose the blossom
Growing on this olive branch of peaceful giving

Jagged Reflections

Jagged Reflections
By, Jess Dickson

Between reflection and flesh
Memories emerge from hidden caverns
Buried deep within the sands of time
Slipping through the hours glass
Creeping across my face
Stitched together with silence threads
Covered with shames foundation
Tracing the broken path
I wonder if my eyes betray my guise
Do strands of shredded self fray at the edge
Between reflection and flesh?

Letting Go

Letting Go
By, Jess Dickson


I’m screaming silent pleas
Beneath these prison sheets
Hearing only muffled whispers
The blurred hum of mechanics 
Pumping their entrapment
Don’t you know I’m already gone?
My spirit took flight beneath the knife
All that remains is skin
There is no soul within

Your eyes are searching
Seeking answers in the void
I can feel your heart breaking
Realizing our dance has ended
You hear only the beeping
The turning off of breath
Dreams and life forsaken

Light dances in my darkness
Please don’t cry
I’m finally free of all the pain you tried to heal
My heart has found its flight-wings
I’m soaring home now
Goodbye love
I’ll be waiting for you…

Crying House

Crying House
By, Jess Dickson

The air is thick here,
This crying-dying house of hell
Tears drip from the roof of broken promises
Images gaze accusingly from the nails that hung them there
Crucified memories
Child laughter-scribbles on the walls
Full of glee and silenced here
Brokenness creaks in the stairs
Dreams fallen through the cracks of varnished floors
What-could-have-been’s hide in the corner
Of projects long abandoned to tears
Heaps of laundry-lies stashed in the basement
Piled high between lights and darks
The air is empty here,
This dying-crying house of goodbye