Waken

I haven't forgot

that I really need to wake-

I'm tired of sleep

summer night cottage

atmosphere hammock visions-

the wind must carry me

seeing through eyelids

grants monolithic skin tones -

the cradle sits still

I dream of being

weightless above the crescent -

respite speaks farewell

fan like hands make waves

I ride atop their namesake -

departure bears fruit

ripening on gold

I'm shadow cast in their lumen-

flaxen silhouette

erosion's outline

enfolds my shadow now fair-

approaching daybreak

eyes glint in the sun

window to the soul ajar-

captured by freedom

a dilating draft

to and fro rainbows stain glass-

the window unclasps

and I become that;

Wakened.

© Krishna Volk 2009