Awakening

 

A nightly garden looks at me

With its owl eye

Asking as it were, are you awake?

Yes, yes, say I

And I won’t crush your darkness

With my light-

You breathe peace and rest

I am no more afraid-

Come, hold my hand

And on this brink of time

Let us stand-

 

 

Posted for Susan’s midweek Motif ~ Awakening @ Poets United

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