Awakening
For Bonnie Harriette
A day,
a face,
the eyes of a child,
delighted by the fancy
of the dancing sun.
The night,
the body,
shining naked,
together the figures
of those who love.
The life,
a sweet caress,
lasting only as long as
the length of reality's memory.
Each reality is
a gateway to
a lasting eternity.
P. J. Campise
