Hi!
I’d only need
a handful of the dew –
The cool autumnal dew
that chills my fingers
Which I’d get from the terrace…
I would linger
Before tiptoeing back,
awaking you!
Who was that wizard
from fey far-off lands
That tied you up
with silky charmed ropes?
When did you bend
under the heavy blows
Of fate
and shadows of past regrets?
I can’t decipher words
that pass your lips
In sleep –
the same as I can’t ever pick up
All pearls from the sea bed…
what were you drinking
That cast you
into such a leaden sleep?
And me, I’d stay awake
the whole night –
To magic up
a harp from all-time woes,
To gently pluck its strings,
as if to lure
Or wake you up…
Or, better yet, invite
To wake up
to the happiness and dreams,
To the Earth's attraction,
feminine in essence!
… I’d wash with dew your thundery brow
to raise you,
My “Hi!” being
as gentle as sunbeams.