You. a writing.

You.

There came for us a happy place wondrous
and stretched out like the sea.
There came a oneness. No you. No me.
There a rose sprung up...tall.
Out of cracks and movements.
Stepped on and beaten. Down. Reborn.
Shivered into an unknown life.
Flowered. Happy. Growth. Smile/Life.
and, when he came before me and offered everything I'd ever dreamed...
I remained in wait for you.
Understanding the length of eternity...!
And that it didn't matter.
To suffer now or later with/out your hand. Was of no.
Consequence to me for I dream only of::you....!...

Jason Christopher Johnson
05/09/2010