Waking up
By the touch of your hands
Rubbing my back and
Searching gently for that itch
You didn’t know I had
There is one there
A little more to my left
If I could only speak
So early dear
I turn my head
And let go a sigh
You know it’s working
As I contemplate a rise
Almost there to that sacred spot
Where my chill bumps wait
To be released
From their captive
Here they come
We rise with joy
Good morning world
We are one
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the way a scene is built here in the poem for a common daily occurence. I can see the scene in the mind and can smile at it, which shows how excellently it has been written.