AWAKENING

  AWAKENING 

Peter Woodgate 

Of dreams unfolding

And horses thundering on the sands at dawn,

Seagulls crying

And mists that mingle with a thought, that’s torn

From half-sleep,

The slumber of a mind aware,

Cautious of a notion

And love I could not share.

But, this drowsiness has ended

And concepts of the gloom to come

Have disappeared with tenderness

My heart, now free, is won.

My dreams are not now apprehensive

Containing spectres that accrue,

Instead, they show, a warm and glowing light,

A radiance that is you.

Copyright Peter Woodgate