Soul Awakening

Search Site

by Alison Stormwolf


Steal away, sweet lover of the dark realms
I am waiting at the gate of sleep
My heart is beating loudly
And my breath is short and fast

Night vision scans the dark horizon
As I await your entry
Into my inner world

Envelope me in that dark bliss
The day light hours cannot afford
For we are one being, forced apart
By other worlds, not of our making

You are my precious lover of the night
Such exquisite pleasure are you
I cannot summon you, can only yearn
And somehow my longing bridges realities
And we become one once more
In that timeless, hot passion
Of our molten souls

Steal away, my precious darling
Steal away
I am waiting at the gate of sleep.

© Alison Stormwolf




Terms Of Use

All poetry on this site is copyright Alison (Stormwolf) Bunker,
and may not be reprinted without explicit written permission.
If you wish to reproduce any poems on another website or other media,
please email Alison for prior permission. See Terms of Use.