Transcendental Sonnet #1320:
Awakening
He is old his chest is bony
He is cold his heart is stony
He ate the bitter fruit of love
He swallowed all the pain
This dead man I am speaking of
Today will rise again
The light returns to burned-out eyes
The flesh returns to bone
The heartbeat and the breath arise
The soft smooth flesh from stone
The senses are restored and take
It all in as a smile
Returns to grace a newborn face
Missed for a little while
+Steven Curtis Lance
Copyright MMV
I agree with Regis. This poem is encouraging and shows me that you're reaching out into the light. Stay strong precious friend. There are those that care. You are so brave.
Wonderful poetry as always.
Love Chanti