You Wake Me
to the raindance on windowpanes
and the sunspill dousing the last of winter
to the rosewhiff soaking the breezes
and the grasstickle on my naked soles
to the silkswirl of manes’ riffles
and the swankiss on glassed ripples
you wake me
to the moontan glazing the treecrests
and the neontide hugging the heavenues
to the heartswell of softsong
and the shylight of candleblush
you wake me
and from the sighlence of my soulitude
you have woken me
to the twinfire of a fevered-after
Copyright © Bernard Chan | Year Posted 2019
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