Waking Song
Kiss me awake
my love.
I dreamed you
into being.
Kiss me awake
softly,
behind my Sirius
blaze star.
The dog-howled
moon sets low
as you brush
my hair
from your face.
Kiss me awake
in this strange
owl night,
in the woodman's hut
with your magician stare.
Kiss me awake
with your cold steel
sword, pressed
against the small
of my back,
in the grey dew
light.
Kiss me awake,
my love;
you really are
beautiful as you
sing to me
sing to me
sing to me.