AWAKEN

The shadow of a hand,
A presence now sensed drawing near;
Without any fear the head turns
And the eyes gaze as the touch draws very near
Kindness radiates and gentleness surrounds
A new warmth surges
The heart flutters like a small, excited sparrow
Until the bright hand of love touches
And eyes meet those eyes…
An unearthly fire floods within
From the blazing eyes on the brilliant face,
Set off by white majestic flowing hair;
A voice rushes within saying-
“Awake my beloved, in whom I delight.”

-Gary Bertnick

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