Jonathan Campbell

smiling

when having you I have everything
everything I have is you
in giving I give you everything
(smiling you give everything)

my sky is for your sun is bright for me
our clouds are lined with silver
and gold and diamonds and pearls
our clouds are lined with silver

rain is our children falling softly
softly growing puddles full with life
and love (smiling dreams)
shining sleeping are children

in giving I give you everything
(smiling) I give you everything
our hearts a close hard thunder
our love lightning flashes sparkles

two fortunes storming as entity
entirely entangled giving and having
when sharing I share completely
(if giving all is to share complete)

my river is for your valley is deep for me
silk tapestries flowing soft
smooth supple lined with silver
and gold (smiling diamonds and pearls)

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and if under pink heart shaped stars
should a tender kiss you desire
into my ear whisper you softly
only that i could hear and  no one

or if hearing someone may blush
and grin, with using your heavenlys
peer at (and into through) my face so
true reveal me where lays your heart

but if through revealing branches
sees strangers wide eyed gawking 
of kisses the most delicate and soft
(hide quickly) of me face no blame

when if from trees fall frozen 
leaves and between death and now
and miles and miles i your mind flee
deny eternity your open heart

and if under pink heart shaped stars
should a tender kiss you desire

under your breath whisper softly
only that (in heaven) could hear and no one

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Maybe some day you’ll hate me,
curse the sun, search the clouds,
scour the seas, maybe someday
you’ll find that deep blue something

that place where it’s ok to be,
to be or not to be.
You’ll dance across oceans of 
happiness and magic

to recitations of Hamlet
or Macbeth; I always forget.
Where nothing is pointless,
mindless, senseless jargon.

That’s where you’ll be; you’ll go
from hell to heaven just to know
what it’s like to be, above the
people with fire, coming for you.

You’ll tell yourself you’re perfect
and believe nothing they say, 
they on the ground that frown 
and scowl when you look your own way

when you make your own place.
When I make you funny, when
there is no money, no fame, a place
like your name, with little in between 

and worlds of things to say.
Between two stars, where it’s ok
to have scars and ink and rings
and everything is beautiful, great.

Maybe someday you’ll hate me;
curse my eyes, maybe someday 
you’ll find the time to despise.
I hope instead you’ll stare at the skies

and realize that place can be now
inside your “Maria” poem,
you can call it home and come
here whenever you feel down. 

Warm your feet when the snow

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