Awakening

First started in 2004, revised in 2008.

 

Morning tapped at the window glass

And suggested Saturday

It slunk slowly through doorframes and drapes

Gilded reaches, seeking out the darkness.

 

Inside the air is stagnant

And hair lays tousled on pillows

Slow breath is only a frosted plume

As timepieces link moments to moments.

 

Sleepily, dreaming gave way to wondering

It whispered insistently like half truths

Coiling, and recoiling

As breeze darted at the window voile.

 

Reviews

[Legion]

Visually stunning. Love the lazy flavor of this.