Wake Me Up Softly



Wake me up softly by a river
running cold and fast, just past
what now could pass for glass,
flashed out hot in liquid stream
when water barely new
rapids clearly grew
cooling what was close.

Who knew what the most
mattered little to the host
now riding white caps along his coast.

Each cascading wave
blue green river running fast
children laugh, old men cast
for what used to be caught
by stick and net,
and yet there is not much left,
now children cry watching young men die.

Wildflowers that grow in dust
must not be let to rust
amid poetry and white bread crust
leading us to waters rough
that last river floating trust
rushed baggage found crushed.

Who knew what the most
mattered little to the host
standing there without his coat.

Cold water run by hardened glass
it's not the same that makes each pass
yet it's clear with each pass near
running water diminishes fear
that scares love we hold dear .

Who knew what the most
mattered little to the host
laughing in a mirror close.



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