your gift . . .

your gift

i sit in silence and i watch amusingly

the muses of illusion

dancing teasingly

upon the wisping ether of my thoughts

each footprint

is laced with latent poisons

of guilt, doubt and fear

eat if you will

drink your fill

and witness the death of your dreams

or . . .

you can dance along

be mirthful

sing them a song

your song

teach them joy

and their “right” filled wrongs

of their ways

their desolate days

and when finally

they tire of you

bid them adieu

and thank them anew

for reminding you of your gift

© 10 February 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.