.
(a very old one from 1976)
.
Awaken me,
I’m sleep walking.
In jigsaw dreams
I shadow-box
flailing fists
against the air
to shake away the trappings.
Pry open
these amnesia-clouded eyes
that they may see
beyond this tangled trail of woe –
I long to hear
the Phoenix sing.
Come knead my heart
with cosmic yeast
until my spirit rises up
to navigate the river
that will take me
to the sea.
Please awaken me.
.
.
(c) 1976, 2018 Betty Hayes Albright
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