I woke, and in the quiet morn,
Thy beauty was my only form.
It filled the air, it touched the light,
A vision soft, yet pure and bright.
The world did hush, the hours slow,
As I beheld thee, soft aglow.
A moment seized, too swift to keep
In thee, I woke, in thee, I sleep.
In Thee, I Wake 19/01/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain