sleeping beauty

sleeping beauty
if only she knew
of the transformation that takes place
when she drifts
into her dreams
and becomes
the fairy tale princess
lying unaware
of the spell upon her
or of the enchanted hours
in the deepest of night
and earliest dawn
that find me transfixed
by her radiance
and drawn
by her pure sleeping beauty
to her lips
with a magical
waking kiss

feb 6, ‘87

© 1987

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