Wake Me
wake me when you rise
shadow and light fall
softly on the stone stairway
bars of soft shadows
imprison me here
at the bottom of the stairs
stone cool against my feet
charm my climb
wake me when you rise
your pale light guides
me in a dark journey
across night’s map
ancient sky sojourner
when I return home
will I find light and
moondust in my hair
Pamela Olson, 8/10/08
This poem was inspired by
the prompt ‘stairways’
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