Part 6 - The Sun, Wakes Me - Poem by Leslie Alexis
I toss and turn, I’m trapped within my dream;
Ugly grey clouds take control of my sky,
The night’s unending and I want to scream,
Or maybe just dropp all the fears and cry.
Nightmare, why do you bug me when I sleep?
And night, why do you show tears of the child?
Ah, many seek to see the light, but weep;
Their tears, they wet their eyes –they’re not beguiled.
A finger’s touch I get from each sunray;
The many pool to make a mighty hand,
That shakes awake and says get up, go play;
That’s life, live it as originally planned.
Just smell the flowers. Ah, they do enthrall.
On waking, we heed the sun’s loving call.
Copyright © 2010 Leslie Alexis
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