Wake up
So that I can miss you and you will know.
Wake up
That you can rise gently as morning's glow.
Wake up
To the chatter of our window with winter's blow.
Wake up
As if the time we were late to an evening horror show.
Stay awake,
And we may return to keep company on my pillow.
Just wake already!
The world without you is quickly becoming slow;
Things we wrote on our arms to do as they grow old.
Let's walk, and talk of stories heard now by my shadow.
I've a larger stone than what you're hidden below
I'll bring it with... we'll have breakfast tomorrow.


Wake up, okay?
So that I can miss you and you will know.

Young, slender, soft and small,
Twigs stretching from thy palm,
Rings of shining dew at morning’s call
Clashing beautifully against my arm.

An ode to the thin spindles of affection
Tightly tangling around my heart’s string,
Sharply strummed with sleepy, dainty precision
Playing a song that only dreams could once sing.

A medley of feelings: peaking elation
And troughs deep enough for hot brews,
Between branches and amidst conversation
It seems my mind and heart can find truce.

It is said flowers that bloom tears to eye
Should be left to grow as beauty unpicked,
I must agree to admire and assure I am nearby,
To offer my service to such that has me rooted, fixed.