I feel like the Queen of Sheba to your Wise King Solomon.
I bring the gems of my own insights, my pearls of inspiration.
For the last steps of my progress I want to trip along eagerly,
Excited to challenge, question and probe.
As the King unto the Queen, you offer all I could desire.
Nothing is hid from you when my stream of questions
Joins your tranquil ocean of wisdom.
I commune with you all that is in my heart
And learn that you exceed my expectations.
When I leave, my ship is light upon the water,
Sails grown big-bellied with the fruits of grace.
© jsmorgane Sept 2016
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
Waking to Your gentle call I curl up in Your lap,
Letting sleep linger yet a little longer.
Your embrace is soft yet forceful and
When I rise, Your hand rests against my cheek,
And I stretch into all Your splendour.
I exhale the last of yesterday and my first words
Turn into a prayer. When I open the shutters
Your laughter kisses me fully on the lips.
When I splash water in my face, Your fingers tickle me
Like the drop stealing down my neck.
When I open the door, You leave with me in the fresh breeze,
Yet You remain to close the door behind me.
I start working towards the evening
When I, with closing eyes, return to Your arms,
Knowing I will wake again to Your smiling face.