Inside

You were always there,
Sealed away and unknown,
Covered and not shown,
Like the bloom of a flower,
Outside it's season,
Or rhyme without reason.

You were alwyas here,
Unseen, subtle,
Like the passing of days,
Into nights,
The skipped beating of the heart,
From a sudden fright.

You are always new,
Wild-eyed, thirsty,
For more, and goodness,
And learned things,
For new evening words,
And songs to sing.

You were always,
Looking, unknowing,
Searching, not realizing,
One day you'd open your eyes,
And, I would have been there,
All the while.

Jason Christopher Johnson
Composed Spring/Summer, 2009