There came.

There came
A crashing down sound
And I moved toward it
A simple, naive thing.
There moved around in these
Hollow  walls of my heart
An encampment of peace
And
Ease.

There lived down a love
Familiar and yet
Unknown.
A reminiscene into some
Unforseen and forgotten place
This came a differed pace.

There moved up
A safe space
For hope and solidity
And for the future
Time.

There came a day.
A night.
My heart eased.
I did awake
And, all my sight was consumed
With your face.
And
the memory of this place.

Jason Christopher Johnson
October 24, 2010