Save Me

One of the Old Ones dead and never buried
Walking eternally in the light of the moon
Searching for your look, your touch
The soft caress of skin upon fragile flesh
Bringing life to long unseeing eyes
And blood to pound in artery again.

Awaken me from centuries slumber
Let oxygen invade these empty lungs
Fighting to breathe, your scent
Awakens me from pointless dreams
Unkindled fire erupting from melancholy
To heat the core that now is only frigid
Waiting for a spark of birthing life.