Awake
Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day
The day's divinity First thing
you see.
on a vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon Couples
naked race down by ITS quiet side And
we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy
The music and voices are all aroundus.
Choose, they croon, the Ancient Ones
The time has come again.
Choose now, they croon,
Beneath the moon
Beside an ancient lake.
Enter again the sweet forest,
Enter the hot dream,
Come with us
Everything is broken up and dances.
-Jim Morrison.
Hope, which is strange ... sometimes seems to be entangled in our soul like a secret. Others are disguised as star and guide us in our moonless nights. Some say that hope is foolish thing, but is in its origin, as primary as existence itself. This is what was on the bottom of the trunk of Pandora, where all evil came into the world, and she remained Esperanza. Now, with the face of the poem, I wake up one hundred years of lethargy, a kiss of true love, Eros that gives the Soul, as in "Sleeping Beauty." So it's a true "Awakening" comes to light a small fairy disguised as a possibility.
Santi Thanks for the poem ...
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