Where do those eyes fall <br />That will one day fall on me? <br />Where does the head lay that <br />Will in time lie beside mine? <br />Where do the lips breathe which <br />Will tomorrow press again my neck <br />To say my name sweetly <br />Like the first evidence of Spring? <br /> <br />Not in this misplaced season, <br />Where the stamp of pain lays justified <br />Upon my heart, <br />In these cold evenings where my body <br />Numbs in loneliness, <br />So that I cry out in feeble words <br />Like some ancient wounded thing <br />In the sorrowful hollows of its everlasting cave— <br /> <br />Come to me now through the <br />Swirling limbo of these timeless mountains. <br />Like a golden fairytale part these dispassionate <br />Curtains of the darkest loneliness, <br />And lay the direction of your soul upon me <br />Awakening me with a kiss conducted by your eyes. <br />With warm hands enfolding, <br />Show me the evidence of God, <br />And after all this time I will come alive again <br />And fuse with you in the brightest burning <br />So that after we are gone, <br />Like some stars now above, <br />Our passion will leave its glow as evidence <br />For many years onward.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/awaken-me-5/
