Reaching out beyond the dream of what you thought was real, spinning on this ball of life, head now under heel. Ready to die, to live this life so raw, alive on ledge- dancing, hurling, freeing your soul to finally stretch the edge.

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Wake up!

wake up you sleepy bear

wake up the morning’s here

the light shines through

that cracked old door

and sprays across the dusty floor



wake up Rumplestiltskin

wake up- this day is new

the coffee’s on

the eggs are done

the break-fast table waits for you



wake up, sleepy head

wake up before it's night

the sun is warm

outside we’ll run

wake up and feel the light

This one is 4 or 5 years old. I remember vividly how much it hurt to open doors for  someone who had been sleeping, only to later walk right out of one of them. I suppose I did what I was supposed to do. :)  I've been doing a little napping of my own, lately; I call it a cocoon.  Guess I'll just let the sun dry my wings, stretch a bit, then fly away.  I just hope I don't get eaten by a frog!
 

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