in rhapsody . . .

in rhapsody . . .

his speech was rhapsodizically prodding
the depths of his ancient heart
to turn around, and take in a new perspective
altering but 1 degree to make a new start

but i did not wish to begin again
to travel down this long solemn road
the back of my spirit was aching deeply
and i was but looking for a dock to unload

the burdens we carry forth as humans
were they truly meant for us to bear
funny how the illusions become so heavy
those of our inner doubts and fear

yes i too longed for that age old fable
was it a myth or did i truly remember
will i ever be able to conclude this journey
sometime before the 31st of December

again as i ponder this life’s horizons
and the countless turns of my calendar’s pages
as i stand before you with my own rectitude
and the vanity of the senseless ages

so what else is left to do my friend
Brother Omar said to live with mirth
so, i’ll continue to prod my rhapsodies
as i delusionally ponder it’s worth

in rhapsody . . .


(c) 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.