Wake Me Up

Wake me up, 

When the wind start molding the 

streetlight poles with snowflakes, 

I want to feel the coldness 

of a frozen leaf on my palm, 

_watch the fogs clad the pathways 

at dawn and feel the smooches

 of an ice on my dark hair.

Wake me up to feel the warmth 

of the scorching sun at a summer day 

I want to feel the tap

 of the scorching sun on my chocolate skin

_watch the ray dries up the sweats 

at my leisure centre

 admiring the reflection of sunbeams 

on my glass cups.

Wake me up 

when the sun has walked down the horizon 

I want to see the empty grey sky 

Under the mango tree shade 

While I savor the green leaves scents, 

_saturating my nose with refreshing dusk breeze.  

Wake me up

 when the moon has set its anchor 

I want to sit under its tent 

_to steal a sight at the bluish sky,  

adorning the sparkles 

of its dazzling stars 

and hear the tale of the living legend 

from the whooshing winds 

whose voice transcends 

the chirps of the nighttime birds. 

®The living legend

©Iamteazhy