AWAKE AND SHARE WITH ME

 

     ZYDHA HART

Sweet Dreamer so still,

Elixir of living

And muse of poet's pen.

So precious our time

In tangled weaving

The patterns of hours.

Speak not with your needle,

Nor satin fine fabrics,

But the ragged memory

Of those who would care.

Dreams are abundant

'Neath fine art so free,

Smile, Pretty Dreamer

And sip nectar so sweet.

Be happy in sharing

And awaken with me.