Poetry of Daisy’s Dreaming Garden: The Awakening (Chapter 2 of 7)
by Christopher Sopher
℗ Published by Christopher Sopher Media, LLC © 2011–2025
Valley of the Sun Press — Crazy Daisy the Pug© Poetry
December 3, 2025
The Awakening
Volume 1, Poetry 2 of 7
Sleep took hold, soft and deep,
her paws still running in borrowed sleep.
A twitch, a yipe—a whispered sound,
as unseen worlds began to crown.
And then—
The world tipped sideways, slow, divine,
sunlight spilled in golden lines.
Colors burned too bright to bear,
too perfect for the desert air.
The wind was thick with something new,
a scent so pure, so crisp, so true.
No dust, no heat, no biting ground,
just endless green, where dreams are found.
She ran—oh, she ran—without strain, without fear,
bounding like light through an atmosphere.
Each step a whisper, soft yet strong,
as if the earth had known her song.
This was hers—this boundless space,
where no leash tugged, no walls embraced.
A kingdom born from silent things,
from belly sighs and tail-wag dreams.
Through wildflowers, she slowed her chase,
petals bowed in their quiet grace.
The trees leaned low as if they knew,
this world belonged to Daisy too.
And then—
A shimmer, silver, calm and bright,
a secret pool of mirrored light.
Water laced with something deep,
a memory that the soul can keep.
She stepped in slow, the earth breathed back,
cool against her desert tracks.
A drink—a gift—so crisp, so clean,
like liquid knowing, soft unseen.
And there—reflected, deep and wide,
herself, but touched by something tied
to star-dust trails and gentle might,
a creature born of both dark and light.
She blinked—her image stayed the same,
but something whispered through her name.
She was more than paws and fur,
more than hunger, thirst, or purr.
She was movement, she was fire,
she was the thing that hearts require.
Then—
A flicker near, just out of sight,
a weightless thing, a thread of light.
Not bird nor bee, nor winged design,
but something dancing past the line.
And Daisy—who had seen it all,
who knew the rise, who knew the fall—
felt something stir within her chest,
a new desire, an untamed quest.
Not food. Not play. Not squirrel nor stone.
But something deeper. Something unknown.
One step forward, eyes alight,
toward the veil between dream and sight.
For some doors open, some remain,
but Daisy walks where none have lain.
And so, the journey wakes anew,
a step beyond, a world in view.
Next > Daisy Meets Luna
Poetry of Daisy’s Dreaming Garden
Table of Contents
Chapter 1: The Dream
Chapter 2: The Awakening
Chapter 3: Daisy Meets Luna
Chapter 4: The Watchful Guardian
Chapter 5: Puck the Golden
Chapter 6: Daisy’s Secret World
Chapter 7: The Journey Home
