To Wake The Sleeper Poem by Richard (Narad) Eggenberger

To Wake the Sleeper

Above our houses in the dimming light
The star-encrusted ceiling of the night
Appears, and heaven seems not far away,
A heart-beat from the brilliance of the day.

Through diamond paths the seas of emerald flow,
The occult messengers, their plumes aglow
From golden boughs lean down to waken us
And with their silver trumpets lightly blow

The call to rouse the sleeper from his dreams
To drink from heaven's energizing streams,
To tap the source of wisdom from above
The soul to beauty and the heart to love.