Awakening

The full harvest moon appears

Turning the night to specks of crystal

Harvest...

Death...

Everything around is dead

The moon is constant in that it changes

I on the other hand do not

I do not rise above all

Make the world see in the darkest of twilight

The dormancy not in splendor

But in rebuke of myself

One that I never knew would come

I am like the bud

My soul is now alive

With an arousal

To erotic to share

The spring in its awakening

Flourishing in the glow of the light

Truly free in the midst of the morning breeze

Unrestricted to take what he has in store for me

Unrestrained from the artificial bonds that held me

I have been awoken