First Encounters

Drawn to my merry, dancing flame

I burn your fingertips like searing wax

Before it turns into a subtle layer of protection.

I run my fingers all over you,

Find the scars, the bruises,

Seal your wounds, like a second skin

My love enfolds you.

Sometimes I see you scratch it off in anger,

Only to find yourself too raw to stand so exposed.

Sometimes I peel it off you, gently,

And cover your tenderness with my touch,

Skin to skin, I dim my burning light,

And silence for a while.

 

©jsmorgane (Feb 2015)

Morning Meditation

I was out walking in the morning

When the heavens opened above me

And I heard a voice

Whisper in the trees:

“Lay down your strife and be joyful.

I am here and I am always.

I am everywhere.”

Then the first raindrops fell

And as I lifted my face

Each drop on my skin sang softly

I am!

 

© jsmorgane (Nov 2014)

A Mother’s Love

A lofty mist rising, softening the world’s glare,
Easy on the eye and creating the smoothest colours,
So much readier to accommodate this cushioned version of life.
Like moonlight on the land rounding all the edges and
Smudging the dividing line between a form and its shadow.
The slow ascent and stealthy diffusion of gossamer haze,
The growing of pastels into brighter, warmer shades,
Colder, deeper tones for the mind to get accustomed
To the satiated hues life dots, sweeps, swirls, strokes
And flourishes all around you…

© jsmorgane (June 2014)