Heart to heart

My eyes have been opened to what has always been around me. An ugly world made beautiful by love. Sometimes I feel so lost in this way I cannot breathe, yet in the arms of my hope I am found. So cold the weather is to my hands. So icy white with painful thoughts of being wrong again. Coffee in my hand so warm. Her heart in my chest beating strong. For so long I have been fighting off my emotions. Too long have I been so afraid of who I am. She wakes me up with whispers on the wind, she holds my hand as life drifts together. How could I have been so blind? Does she realize who I am without her touch? So many feelings rushing through me, almost too much to handle. Opening my voice singing rainbows these flowers of hope. Her smile greets me in the morning with love and light.



From so far away can you feel me?

Here I am my love ready to fall.

In my arms will you feel safe again?

In my hands I break down your walls.

Sleeping next to this angel,

I find who I was always meant to be.

Making way through the torture,

she opens my heart up to see.

So many tears I have given,

as everything found its own way.

Taken from pain to become,

this man and woman today.



He was waiting right there for me to see him. Somehow I remembered his name. Watching the flowers become the beauty I now see, in the life we have made as one flesh. His touch wakes me up in the sunlight. I watch the moon as he sings to me forever. When I hear his voice I know how he feels. You can see it in his heart as he smiles. The tears never allowed to be revealed, say things that words cannot speak. In his arms I feel I am home. As we sleep together I know I am living a dream. If I can’t say my heart to his heart then I would know nothing, but in our silence I know I am where I belong.









Johnny Newell