Vera Waking

the chairs are asleep on their feet
                            the same as the table
the rug lies stretched out on its back
                            clutching its design
the mirror is sleeping
the eyes of the windows are closed tight
the balcony sleeps with its legs dangling over the edge
on the opposite roof the chimneys are sleeping
                            the same as the acacias on the sidewalk
the cloud sleeps 
              with a star on its chest
the light is asleep indoors and out
you woke up my rose
the chairs awoke
       and scrambled from corner to corner
                            the same as the table
the rug sat up straight
                     slowly unfolding its colors
like a lake at sunrise the mirror awakened 
the windows opened their big blue eyes
the balcony woke up
               and pulled its legs out of the air
on the opposite roof the chimneys smoked 
the acacias on the sidewalk broke into song
the cloud woke up
               and tossed the star on its chest into our room
the light woke up indoors and out
                                     flooding your hair
                                           it slipped through your fingers
       and embraced your naked waist those white feet of yours