Rise

Someday I might wake up in a house up on a cliff,

on the curtains of green above the rocks so stiff.

when the sparrows tweedle as the seagulls cry,

as the twilight’s sulk turns into a dawning fresh birth,

and golden meadows tends to sly,

as dust from heaven spread over the earth.

As I open my arms wide with a measured yawn,

and feel the air that passes on,

the message to wake up, to rise, to run,

as to rise as knight from the sleep of a pawn.

As I open my eyes more and more,

clearly I see the distant shore,

less the men, much the sand,

free as bird, away from the land.

Someday I might wake up from this dream,

the humble laughs and my subtle screams,

the morbid world of truths which lies,

on a torn emotions with broken seams.

One day when I will rise….