The awakening:

Electric shocks your like a lightening bolt keeping me on my toes,
buzzing much like a hummingbird in mid flight.
All the colours come out to play running to and fro,
And its now I give in I can no longer fight.
The tingling feeling rushes to my head, toes and feet,
awakening me to a breath of fresh air.
Much like the sweet smell of roses at my feet,
caught under your possessive glare.

These blue eyes could turn green then brown back to blue,
as they’re fed words that to ears are inaudible.
But rather to my veins are pumped right through,
straight to my heart reads the magic much like an old fable.
And then much like some ancient oak that has grown wise,
From the very ground it roots itself upon.
I’m able to breathe in and open my eyes,
and with body and words become one.