Wake
WAKE
Barefoot belly dancer of lucid waking
Feel the breath of the morning star
Satin curves deliciously placating
My will is tired I’ve gone too far
Native bird song of placid beauty
Server the servants from open sky
Palm outstretched she says come with me
Can’t go back Lot don’t even try
To ask for pardon is to forsake her
Thoughts meander from my heart
Sign the deed with pen and passion
Wake to the hour of the darkest dawn
Take me back, someone wake me
I can’t deal with the mornings fear
Time stood still down on her street
Swimming home in a river of tears
Copyright © Joseph Robinson | Year Posted 2014
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