Wake Up! Wake Up!
My Gentle one,
Come on, Come on,
The Moon has gone.
Shake your body,
And shake your head,
And chase your fear,
For Mom is hear,
Waiting! Waiting!
As hot as Lead,
For her Son,
Her Beloved one.
Wake up! Wake Up!
Come on, Come on,
The Moon has gone!
Dedicated to Johannes Brahms
August 22nd 2011
Copyright Leaking Pen 1970's series
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem