we had fears . . .

 

we had fears

there are fears that we dare not admit

hidden in the womb of our denials

the pouring forth our fears and tears

lightly dressed as smiles

insecurities and our unassuredness

and our foiled construction of esteem

yet every day we awaken to a life

where we embrace such empty dreams

be it loneliness or our indifference

from the myriad of things that touch us

we all carry forth that innate feeling inside

there is something that must be done, we must

sometimes in spite of our better selves

we turn off that light of hope within

and cling to our familiarities in dismal despair

and deludedly we treat them as friends

when the Captain of the Ship cries “Woe is ME”

what possibly can my expectations surmise

that here i am again upon the Landscapes of Life

where there is and absence of the Sun that should arise

but wait, why should i stay here i ask

in a place where the dark clouds constantly loom

i am the creator is what Source tells me

of my life and of my illusional doom

so in the final analysis of this “NOW”

i am changing, transmuting that which i see

and if i could but touch the world with this virus

we can effectuate the divine within Me and Thee

collectively as we strive forward

by changing our “HERE” Right “NOW” my friend

our fears become the musings of the illusory past

that we once thought lived within

we had fears . . .

(c) 9 December 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.