Awakening Poem by Joanie Tarr

The sun glimmers on the dew of dawn
Slowly as the budding bloom is born
I uncoil from my frozen desert floor
Step by step I make it to the door

Through the morning mist and gloom
I hear your voice echo through the room
Seductively, suggestively, sensationally free:
'Take my hand and run with me...'

Glittering in the pre-dawn shimmer
Sensations down my spine make me shiver
as I follow the voice that is my river
My hope, salvation, still nothing more than a glimmer.

The sun glimmers on the dew of dawn
Slowly as the budding bloom is born
I uncoil from my frozen desert floor
Step by step I make it to the door

At last, finally, dawn begins to break
And the illusions of winter falter and shake
As I lift my eyes into the glowing light
of your heart and your loves might.