all the signs point north . . .

all the signs point north

living on the cusp of lust

i reach for love i must

as my life goes ambling by

not quite understanding

the urgings nor demandings

yet i try, i try, i try

but to no reasonable avail

i abide with a fear to fail

i constantly avert each day

i still seek to find

in the land of the blind

the lantern that lights my way

the some-thing that is obscure

is what my soul pines for

in this life’s holy quest

and i am so driven

by the life that i’m living

from the grape my wine is pressed

intoxicated and i am drunk

by the thoughts that i think i thunk

and the words that pour forth

and i travel this road

with my burdensome load

and all the signs point north

(c) 2010 William S. Peters, Sr.