Awake, My Love, Awake

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Awake, My Love, Awake

by Christine Magpayo

Awake, my love, awake

Before time devours you.

Before it is too late,

Awake, my love, awake.

My love is beautiful,

But nonetheless asleep.

Bereft of any movement,

She seems to be half-dead.

My love is my dream—

That old forgotten one.

But now that I remember,

I hope she’s not yet gone.

My love, she must not die.

But if she does,

I know I am at fault;

The blame is all on me.

I’ve been a friend of fear,

A slave of stupidity.

If giving up is all I know,

What will I come to be?

Awake, my love, awake

Before time devours you.

Before it is too late,

Awake, my love, awake.

Without my dream, I’d be

Like most people are—

Existing but not living,

Smiling but secretly mourning.

My dream, please forgive me,

For being so unkind,

For knowing that I need you,

Yet leaving you behind.

Now my fear is that you’d be

Like slowly vanishing froth.

My dream, disappearing,

Is such a morbid thought.

Please just stay and don’t elude,

For I’ll be on my way.

This time I’ll be embracing you,

But for now listen to what I’ll say.

Awake, my love, awake

Before time devours you.

Before it is too late,

Awake, my love, awake.