Dear Jean

Dear Jean

As I lay in bed, chasing sleep’s embrace,

Your face appears, and the world finds its place.

The weight I carry, the chaos in my mind,

Fades into stillness, with you, I unwind.

Your chaos, Jean, is a soothing storm,

A fire that burns, yet keeps me warm.

It’s strange how you calm my restless sea,

A beautiful force setting my soul free.

Hey Jean,

I hope you don’t mind the way your smile stays,

How it lights up my nights and clears my haze.

It isn’t just a smile—it’s a quiet refrain,

Promising hope amidst the pain.

And your eyes, those tender doe-like eyes,

Hold the sky, where all my sorrow lies.

When they meet mine, they softly say,

“Everything will be fine—just stay.”

Your laugh is a melody, light and pure,

A fleeting sound, but its joy endures.

Even in chaos, your voice feels like home,

A place I can rest, a shelter I’ve known.

You don’t see the way you anchor my days,

How your presence shifts the shadows to rays.

Jean, you’re more than a thought passing through—

You’re the calm I cling to, the chaos I pursue.

So tonight, as I lay under the stars’ soft glow,

I wanted to tell you, I thought you should know:

You’re the storm and the stillness, my peace and my strife,

The beautiful chaos that steadies my life.