Poem: Awakeing

If the day would bring you back.

Morning fresh, as dew upon the wing.

To me,

Awaking,

Beams of light and joy.

Yes, this is what I’d sing.

“Golden apples,

Jingling bells, ring with all the morning.

Heart my trumpet is a calling,

Joy, be happy let me sing.”

It’s you, returned to hold me.

My lover of those nights.

You who left me standing.

You who tore away my anchor.

Who simply, flew away.

I wave, the roar fades.

Words reflect off the fuselage of my soul.

I speak in vapour trails.

Now in dreams asleep I find you,

Curled in featherd down.

Plucked from that pillow,

A smile transforms the frown.

A kiss returns my harbour.

A laugh we spinning fall.

It’s In these early hours,

Twixt dawn and waking call.

We eat the wild berries,

The juice, sweet natures call.

White lilies, red the roses.

The basket full our dreams.

We dancing taste the dew drops light.

So real this truly seems.

Liam 2016