I tried to find sound Sleep,
Roaming far and wide,
And when I finally found Him
I asked not to abide with me
But bid Him hurry to your side
And gently take the day away,
To steal upon your eyes
And for a while to dim
The source of my world’s light
And so to grant the stars their hour of life…
© jsmorgane (April 2011)
Like a bird I crouch,
Perched on the highest window sill,
Afraid to fly, afraid of up and down
Afraid of my reflection in the glass.
Curled up I lie, the bed a heaving ocean,
Frothing from a thousand mouths.
Your touch is cool amidst the boiling sea,
Your hand my link to every-day.
A foggy dream, and in the damp around me
I drift, bereft of all direction,
And run aground and founder
On my journey home.
Your steady breath chastens the tempest
And like a strong current
Speeds my ship onwards,
With the clouds gone and the fog lifted.
Then I dare to raise my head again,
And look into your calm blue eye
And find my place,
And know myself again.
© jsmorgane (March 2011)
An honest opinion is what everyone asks for
And no one wants to hear.
An honest opinion is like good advice that
Nobody wants to heed.
An honest opinion is always only an opinion
And never free of emotions.
An honest opinion is always given with your
Back against the wall, as a last resort.
An honest opinion is hard to give and hard to receive
And therefore most precious.
© jsmorgane (Dec 2010)
