Awake, Awake My Beautiful Love!
These words she will not hear.
The dark of night fell long ago.
To knowing she closed her eyes.
Awake, Awake My Beautiful Love!
These words she can not hear.
Her sleep is deep and undisturbed,
As she dreams of what could be.
Awake, Awake My Beautiful Love!
These words she does not hear.
The morning sun begins to rise.
She feels the warmth of its light.
Awake, Awake My Beautiful Love!
These words she thinks she hears.
Could it be that now is really the time?
She is stirred down deep inside.
Awake, Awake My Beautiful Love!
These words she knows she hears.
The beauty of a new day is all around.
She awakens and takes her place.
Awake, Awake My Beautiful Love!
These words she must now speak.
The wind of Life has begun to blow.
Come My Love…Breathe Me in.
~D~
Copyright 2009 – Denise Gilreath ©
