Waking Song

Kiss me awake

my love.

I dreamed you

into being.

Kiss me awake


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


Kiss me awake,

my love;

you really are

beautiful as you

sing to me

sing to me

sing to me.

Serena Constance