She Slept...

Forty years plus four she slept.

Will she wake? It’s almost June,
the season of pride and appreciation.
Where the light shines late into the hour
illuminating even the darkest corners
of overgrown and untended gardens.

Will she wake? lifting her voice above a whisper,
When silence has been her companion?
Will she walk barefoot and dance to
the music which plays inside her
beckoning her to follow?

Will she wake? It’s almost June,
its late but not too late.
Wake up!