Awakening
Elisabeth S. Weagel
Albuquerque, NM, USA
Mother pricked her finger
And so we all fell asleep
Dreamily waiting for the Prince’s kiss.
Sometimes dreams feel too real
We forget that this isn’t where we came from
We forget that we are sleeping
But one day we will open our eyes again
We will see His face
And we will understand
Only she could paint our dreams
And only He could bring the morning.
