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Madonna on Stage

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Standing at the altar,
I find that I am weeping,
The sacred words and holy voice,
The glittering glamour blinding me.

The crowd around is blinded too.
In ecstasy they all believe the shining gems,
While I despair and wish I could
Believe like them.

The purple hue of splendid robes
Cries for the power all desire,
But I alone untouched, unmoved
Walk away from light and fire.

But in the silent darkness
I see – and find at last –
Not on the golden altar
But in a corner of my heart
The love I sought.

© jsmorgane (Aug 2010)

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Missing You

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Missing you is not
Like a constant pain
Or hole in my chest.
It’s rephrasing a text
Again and again,
Press “cancel”, “don’t save”
For there’s too much
To share, to tell,
And talk about.

Missing you is not
Like being sad
But being happy
With no one to tell.
It’s not like seeing
You always just
Turning the corner but
Like seeing you in the mirror
Entering the room behind me.

Missing you is not
Like the world black and white
But every colour
Turning into your colour,
Your smile behind every smile,
Smoothing the furrows
I see on my face
When I think of how much
I’m missing you.

© jsmorgane (Aug 2010)

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Red Clay

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Twenty little fingers soiled,
Before we even started with
Sending drops of glass
Towards their destination.

You dug a hole just big enough
To press your little fist
Snug into the ground.
Just like dry blood, you said.
I told you not to mind the red clay
Stuck behind your fingernails.

I scrapped it off, the clay,
And washed it off my hands,
And rinsed my fingers cold,
And look at pearly crescents gleaming.
And I see blood soaked hands,
And never mind the red clay now.

© jsmorgane (Nov 2004)