Tagged: soul

I Awake

What is there to see when closing your eyes?
In the wee hours of morn before you arise
A dream without sleeping a dream without thought
An escape from unconscious there to be caught.

The light ever-changing or is it the dark?
To motion and structure in flight like the lark
These words found the paper but where is their source?
In a dream without sleeping or need for remorse.

The poets before me, did they wake this way?
Their gift, was it there – the very first day?
Torment and ecstasy the unending drive
Sleep is not needed for the clear to arrive.

A mystery unfolds with nothing to solve
The black hole rebirths with no need to resolve
Oh clear as the spectrum with no use for light
These thought are so brilliant can’t wait for the night.

Jackie McSween

The Fire in My Heart

Fire fire – burning bright in my soul
At peace; not yet, stuck in this bowl
Put in my hand, speed up the pace
To find this only – brings in disgrace.

 Fire fire – a never ending flame
Run like the beast, but feel the same
Mind and body to a place of peace
To stay – not now, lest I decease.

 Fire fire – to escape in flight
To sleep, not I, the long dark night
Guard but what, a mother in the wild
Awake at dawn to yearn beguiled.

 Fire fire – the gift of life and love
Passion it burns, yet innocent of –
Nothing is right nor is it wrong
Breath so splendour, I must belong.

                                             Jackie Blair McSween, December 7,2008

Watercolour
By Jackie Blair McSween