I thought I heard you stretch
On the lawn beside me,
I heard your wide skirts rustle
In the trees above.

I thought I heard you mutter
In your midday slumber,
When I found it was
The crash of distant waves.

I thought you woke and straightened,
The shadowy branches reaching,
I thought you smiled to tickle
The sunbeams through the leaves.

I meant to bend and kiss
Your reassuring laughter
Already with the butterflies
Tumbling away.

© jsmorgane


Your song
Moving across my face.
My face falling,
Like crumbling mountains.
And each corn of sand
Dancing like standing stones,
Trembling in shared solitude
To hear your voice.
Like the moon forever kindling,
Casting one blind and one seeing eye.
Like the sea, coming and going,
A mirror pool of reflection,
Where from the deep it grows,
Rippling through the ocean,
Calling water to water,
One salty drop to another,
Gushing forth.
Your song.

© jsmorgane