The awakening
The awakening
Where do I know you from,
you beautiful thing?
The first morning caresses
motion;
Waking from their dreams
by supple change.
Wipe the sleep from those tired eyes.
March yourself
from your lengthy slumber
Come again.
Come again.
Cycle and tilt.
Let me see you,
Your essence
directs everything.
Quiescence
without wonder
of wondrous things.
Arise from darkness.
The cold chilled air is replaced.
The early evening has elapsed.
Marvel at the moment
all things,
surely dead
rise once
and again,
and again…
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