Poetry Thursday challenge Awakening

A little while I sleep yet
winter under the rule of a stupor.
Without joy, the sun
continuous shine.
My soul is playing the blues.
Sometimes, Elvis's Blue Suede Shoes


Wake me gently,
wake up to a gentle kiss.
For a moment
stop time
stroller creaks old magic.
There is no harbor without ships,
not the sea without water,
no life without entertainment.

I doubt even the melancholy
in the throes of a moment vikisen.
Then waking up full of light
I wake up in the flower dance.
And no harm to make even
I was clumsy and fall.
Then just grab a moment
grass villae, and I wake up
while life to the fullest again.