Jamieson Wolf
Number-one bestselling author
Timeless – A Poem
Every time I look upon you,
it is like the first time.
When I wake,
I see the halo
that surrounds your head.
It twinkles like gold stars
and the stars rain down
upon you, surrounding me
as I lean in to kiss you.
Every time I kiss you,
it is like the first time,
filling me up with light
that makes me feel as if
I am filled with wishes
waiting to be granted
when your lips touch mine.
Every time you take my hand,
the same thrill runs up my arm,
and it pulses as our energies
entwine and combine,
filling me with light
that is brighter than
the light I carried when alone.
Every day with you
is like the first day.
Every moment with you
is like the first moment,
filled with anticipation,
infused with a wish that
entices the air with
stars and light
to grow brighter
and more vibrant.
You are timeless to me,
and though the love between us
is young, it feels like a love
that has spanned the ages,
stretching across time to grow
only when we found each other.
It’s as if a seed was planted,
biding its time,
waiting to stretch
across the sky to fill it with stars
and stardust.
When we met,
that star was given the life
that it needed.
Now we are following
that glorious star as we
continue to grow and love
each other more every day,
throughout time and space.
Heart Music – A Poem
I was coming into
the lobby of my
building when one of
my neighbours stopped me.
“How are you?”
She asked with genuine
warmth. The smile on
her face was like
the sun on a
dark and dreary day.
“I’m doing fabulously.”
I said. She laughed
and the sound was
like wind chimes singing.
“I have to ask you. I was passing by your apartment the other night and heard the most beautiful music. What were you listening to?”
I ran through the
music I kept on
my phone, thinking she
might have heard some
of that. She shook
her head with each
song that I played.
“No, it wasn’t that. It was more melodious more ethereal. Much more happy.”
She reached down to
touch one of my
legs. I heard music
playing in the air.
It was loud and
very harsh, like glass
being broken on pavement.
The string section was
all screeches and scratches
that sounded like knives.
“No, that’s not it either.”
She touched my head
and the music that
filled the air sounded
as if it belonged to
a dramatic movie, full
of cellos and sweeping
movements. She looked at
me with her head
tilted to the side.
“You’re some sort of creative person aren’t you?”
“I’m a writer. How did you know?”
“Because only a creative person lives with that kind of music inside them.”
She went to touch my
chest I reached
out and held her
hands gently in mine.
“What are you doing? How are you making that music?”
“Why, you’re the one making the music. Every part of the body has its own symphony, if you’re quiet enough to listen for it.”
She slipped her hands
out of my grasp
and placed them on
my chest near my
heart. The air was
filled with the most
beautiful music. Full of
harps and strings and
melodious wind instruments It
was at once beautiful
and mysterious as it
was like nothing I’d
ever heard before.
“There you are. That’s what I was hearing. What were you doing last night?”
“I spent last night with my partner.”
I told her and she
smiled at me kindly.
“We weren’t doing anything in particular. It was just enough that I was with him.”
“That’s heart music.”
She said. I looked
at her quizzically.
“What do you mean?”
“When the heart is most happy, that is when its song is the purest.”
She went to go into
the elevator, but looked
back at me, smiling.
“You keep letting your heart sing, you hear me?”
I nodded and my
thoughts turned to him.
Already, I could hear
my heart starting to
sing.
Across the Sky – A Poem
You came among us
already shining bright.
Slowly and with care,
you helped to encourage,
to shape and to define.
Now as you move on,
we are brighter and
more vibrant than before
because of you. We are
the galaxy and you are
the comet, heading towards
your future. You leave
a trail of stardust
behind you so that
we can chart your path
across the sky.
Dancing with the Flame – A Poem
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To me, she
has always danced
to her own
beat
to her own
rhythm.
More than that,
through the kindness
of her spirit
that shines through
in electric beauty,
she inspires me.
When I read
what she has
written, it is
so real that
I can almost
picture the images
coming to life,
sprouting forth like
fire to alight
upon the page
causing her words
to glow brilliantly.
She doesn’t merely
write but instead
dances with the
page. I long
to be so
free with my
words, so limitless.
I long to
evoke such beauty.
She shines like
a Princess of Words,
bright with the
joy of life
and filled with
so much passion
that it makes
the pages she
covers with her
words throb with
desire and wanting.
She makes me
want to write
more, to write
better and most
of all, to
dance and revel
in the freedom
of movement. My
hands itch to
slide across the
page and see
what stories I
can give light
to and what
will be chased
away in the
shadows.
Beautiful Outside As Well As In – A Poem
I was sitting
in the middle
of the bus.
There was a
woman waiting to
get off and
she called out
to the driver
“I pulled the bell for the wrong stop. I’m going to Shepard’s of Good Hope. Can you let me off at two stops down?”
While she waited,
she turned to
me and smiled.
“I used to be able to walk a lot. I was an athlete. Now I can’t walk three blocks.”
I didn’t know
what to say
but words came
out of my
mouth anyways, as
if being spoken
by someone else.
“The body changes. Sometimes there is nothing we can do but live with our memories but then make new ones.”
She looked at
me with kind
eyes and gave
me another smile.
“I want to live beyond my memories. I want to be beautiful again like I remember being.”
I closed my
book and gave
her a smile
of my own.
“You’re still beautiful.”
“No, I’m not.”
She said, letting
out a laugh.
“Sure you are.”
I told her.
“Beauty comes in all shapes and sizes. I think you’re beautiful.”
She blinked as
if in shock.
“Do you really think so?”
I looked at
her: she had
greying hair that
was escaping her
bun, a pale
face from too
much time indoors.
She was wearing
jogging pants with
flip flops and held
onto a purple
coat. She had
obviously seen better
times, easier ones.
But it was
when she smiled
that she seemed
to transform. It
took years off
her face and
I saw a
little of what
she used to
look like.
“Yes. I do. You have a light inside you that shines brightly.”
She put a
hand to her
hair and smiled
again and I
watched as the
light within her
grew beyond the
body and poured
out of her.
The bus stopped
and she looked
back at me
before stepping out
of the bus.
The light had
faded and I
looked at her,
a woman who
now looked younger
than her years.
“Thank you. I could probably walk a whole mile today. That’s the first time someone has paid me a compliment in ages.”
She stepped off
the bus, a
trail of light
following close behind
her like fairy
dust or dreams
made real.
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Jamieson Wolf has written a compelling story about navigating multiple sclerosis and cerebral palsy. His story will touch your heart, make you cry, then laugh, and inspire you. A touching memoir with a bit of magic…and tarot! ~ Theresa Reed, author of The Tarot Coloring Book
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