Wordsmith, speak
Words of healing
By the hearth.
Stir the flames to
Conjure comfort,
Sparking deeds of
Tomorrow.
©jsmorgane 2025
Wordsmith, speak
Words of healing
By the hearth.
Stir the flames to
Conjure comfort,
Sparking deeds of
Tomorrow.
©jsmorgane 2025
I hear a bell in my head
Chiming as if from a distant tower calling
When your eyes smile good morning.
I hear a bell in my head
Chiming like a timepiece punctuating
When you share each step of your daily journeys.
I hear a bell in my head chiming
In murmurations down my spine flowing
When you hand your thoughts to me
At the end of day.
I hear a bell in my head chiming
Like a blackbird each precious moment praising
When I fall asleep knowing
I take delight in you.
I hear a bell in my head
Chiming as if from a distant tower calling…
©jsmorgane, June 2020
For Sarah
A place where all the good things go
Like pictures of your bluebell woods
And cherry trees in blossoms white,
And small, still frogs in silent ponds.
Of spring, of sun,
Your pretty legs in summer dresses,
And flower fairies on the terrace.
Of family and friends and lovers,
And conversations late at night
Of journeys made and those imagined.
Of pasts, and futures, and the present.
A key to souls who mingle.
A gift, a haven, my treasure trove.
©jsmorgane, April 2020