The Awakening

After rising from the dream,
The eyes ache, the head reels,
Laziness grips the limbs,
And words are lost upon the tongue.

A moment of thought upon the bed,
The mind wanders far,
Considering the days yet to come,
A future both dim and bright.

Restlessness stirs the heart,
Pain in the gaze at the coming light.

The body is cleansed, the garments neat,
Prepared to seek the morsel of sustenance.

Yet within the mind, only the future stirs,
And no sound escapes the lips;
Only deeds speak the truth.

Now cast aside all speech,
Gather the strength of the giant within.

The hour approaches when crimson blossoms arise,
Heralding the dawn of a bright and burning future.