Thursday, April 20, 2017
Sleeping Beauty
Sleeping Beauty
Believe me,
it was not the prince
who waked her.
That fellow with
his eager lips,
his grasping hands.
Oh, no,
nothing of it was his,
it was rather a feeling,
a realization,
call it an awakening
inside
or the embrace
of an unseen lover.
And then a revelation
occurred,
she threw away
the old version
of who she had been
and knew, finally
and forever,
that she was who she was,
not the blurred mirror image,
but the real being,
the one ready to walk forth
and finally be seen,
as the ray of a star fell down
and lit up where she was
and some kind of triumphal music
played nearby.
