Soul Awakening

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by Alison Stormwolf

urgencyLay spur against your horse’s side
My lover and my master,
The sands of time are running through
The pace is ever faster
To lose this chance in life’s cruel game
Would be my true undoing
For who would cheer my empty heart
Without your ardent wooing?

Make haste, make haste!
Urge on your steed
Towards that distant mountain
I’m waiting there, wind in my hair
Beside our secret fountain…
Where oft we met, but better yet
Lay down, with hearts a beating
To savour true our heart’s delight
As bodies ardent greeting.

"I’ll wait until the dark of hell
I’ll wait till death should take me
I KNOW my lover comes to me
If sleeping…do NOT wake me!"

© Alison Stormwolf



Artwork © Jonathon Earl Bowser
Used here with permission

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