Mariana's Awakening

Mariana’s Awakening The rise of the golden sun begins to ascend Slowly smothering the hills with its light again. This time it brings a light a new Thanks to the snow and dew. It is time again for the world to wake For hopefully something new it shall make. With the shimmering of the hill The crisp winds give chill. She feels as if there is a will, There is reason to wake still. She must take charge of this day And do so without delay! All may not be lost, There may yet still be a chance to acoste! To have a moment that would stand still, It is not the cost of a bill. Surely Parliament shall not mind, She said “Maybe t’was a bind, Why would he leave me with silence? He knows I would be in grievance Without him I could not go on, I am surely not a pawn.” With thoughts swirling like the wind How could he not send! She was Mariana after all. But all that answered were the trees standing tall. Nothing would be the same As it was over, like a game. 2.14.14 Written for my British Literature Classes Poetry Project