Ready To Be Love ~ A poem


Ready to be Love

Flowers are getting impatient,

Hummingbirds spinning on spot,

Tree leaves resisting the breeze:

“Will she ever wake up?”

Rise, my love!

The garden its awaiting to greet you:

“Good morning, our Queen!”

Wipe that awful scene

Of darkness and fear.

Nothing to do.

Just rise,

Take my hand,

Tell me your dreams.

I’ll sing you a song.

Be ready to be Love.


A. Garden, November 2014