The Kiss Poem by William Fay

1.

This is our awakening.
We who slept spellbound
Through the ruin and fall;
To wake suddenly,

To hear a church bell,
The cry of the watchmen.
The beginning of a song,
Sung for one like you,

Waking after the longest sleep,
Quietly, in a garret room,
Above the haunted briar wood,
The bluebell in sudden bloom.

Yes, when you wake this day,
After the longest sleep,
Please stay. A fire is lit.
I will put down my pen.

Remember, so long ago,
A wheel spinning,
The thumb that bled?
Remember a kingdom lost?

What difference did it make?
We who survived curled up,
Marooned in our birds nest,
Through the ruin and fall.

Now you wake, lifting slow,
An untidy head, a tiny hand.
Please stay. The fire is lit.
I will put down my pen.