Sleeping Beauty

Sleeping Beauty

Wake up.
Get out of that small bed.
Why are you sleeping?
Can't you see me,
standing over your stain lined bed?
I can seee you,
your curly hair haloed
around your solem sleeping face.
These people grieve,
crying over you,
these people I don't know.

Wake up.
Get out of that small bed.
Why do you lie there?
Your cheeks that were always
pink with delight, now white and pale,
like a wax figure.
So still, so silent,
like a leaf,
which wind has yet to touch.
Why are you not listening?
Hurry, they're closing the lid!

Wake up.
Get out of that small bed.
Why are you not moving?
Your blue eyes that once sparkled
now closed tight.
I long to see them again.
Don't you understand?
The dirt, the ground,
cascading over your
closed wooden bed.
They're lowering you, hurry!

Wake up.
Get out of that small bed.
Why did they bury you?
Do they not know
that you will wake?
Do they not know
that you're my
Sleeping Beauty?