The Awakening Poem by David Wood

Slowly the heart wakes from hibernation
And begins to heal and mend itself
Untold endless days and dark empty nights
Persisted through long summers and winters

Time is a healer and its passage the treatment
For the languid heart sapped of life’s love
Beating in largo, a slow but dignified beat
Has now begun to beat to a different tune

Memory is an infinite library that I can go to
And open past thoughts of shared moments
Of a life that once was yet still is filled with love
And exists in the cosmic space of my mind

The treachery of death that wreaks havoc
And steals loves beauty whilst in full bloom
Has done its worst life’s hopes and aspirations
Dashed forever has now run its course

Time has sailed its turbulent course the
Treatment now over time now to get back in
The saddle before sunset’s glow fades and
Becomes caped in darkest night