Awakening

Sidewinding climbing tasting stars,
Sidewinding stranded stones holding streams,
Constellations, given life, sidewinding,
Given love.
It's awakening.
Waning waxing, hollow eyes, from deaths touching needles grasping for its given light.
Waxing these sun soarus eyes, soulful from faithful cries these oil eyes,
It's given Darkness.
What if these dreams are kept, what if the stones were stepped,and dreams sidewinding its horns shapen,
Your given your krept.
Your knight kept.
Rippling without breath,yet breathing onto constellations rocks !
Within steps, echoes, yet as far as fathers look down, children yo yo your Suns light, mothers say your dove eyes.
Your bell chimes.
Chimes awakening.
Mothers landings womb.
The knight of light stitching its weaving cloth,
Mothers cradling constellations, tears that rose.
Doves dreamt crows as an krept.
Woven its destination
Awakening.