From slumber, she wakes
With a start, yet oddly calm
Ready, as if planned
By dreams design this
Destiny, a long time coming –
Whispers call out her name
Softly, yet with yearning tones.
Sleep still in her eyes,
She rises from bed in lucid silence –
Even so, each movement
A prelude perfect –
Rhythmic in body & soul, &
Finally, she feels free.
Oh, the delicious reveal of
Daybreak, to bask in dewy
Color, a morning glorious –
Golden sunbeams cast a
Spectrum, a dusting of light
Perhaps Pixies & their delicate
Fingers appear to play, to
Brush away stray wisps of her
Blonde hair, a tousled muss
Across her face…free.
Reflection & Renewal 