kiss me . . .

kiss me

oh the night of life has been so long
as i await the sun to rise
yet i see a glint of light my friend
in the recesses of your eyes

my heart has been a longing
for the harvest of my hopes
my lover and my dreams i held
from my consciousness did elope

despair and anguish sat upon my shoulder
whispering their logics in my ear
the fruits they afforded me in this life
were laced with bitterness, indifference and fear

that is why i know i am blessed
for through it all you i have known
for you have brought your light for me
that i may find my own

sometimes when we see nothingness
and what we deem as life’s cruel wrath
we do come to know we must press on
we must have faith in our path

i believe each footstep has purpose
if naught but to draw e’en close
give me strength to endure my soul
as i expunge these wisping ghosts

now i am not condemning at all
i embrace the all in my bliss
for in truth the journey has it’s own reward
and in the end i’ll receive my kiss

kiss me


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