a friend called self

a friend called self

here i sit

in the pre dawn morn

awaiting the instructions of the Gods

my Soul open

my consciousness pensively listening

for the whispers

where are my muses

where are the Saints

what would you have me to say

this day

upon the way

you would have me walk

i go to the center

the center of me

where the voices congregate

and i wait

in the looming silence

there is a feeling of quiet safety here

a place where fear is not allowed

and all is clear

and the shrouds that litter thought in the light

reside not

for here i have forgotten who i am

and how i define my self

when i am seen

i am  keenly aware of this body

i carry

or that carries me

during this brief journey here

year after year

through my smiles

my laughter

my anguish

my tears

and though i have yet to be clear

as to what the purpose is

and what the final outcome is to be

i do know that the sum of me

is so much more

for in the core of me

there is something quite magnificent

i have seen it in you too

that shining light

that emanates on through

the Human of your being

and with that i am enlivened

and it is confirmed

that none of us are alone

so be it known

so here i sit

submitted to listening

for voices

and thus they have spoken

this pre dawn morn

and adorned life once again

with insightful amend

that within each of us

there is a friend

that tends to heaven within

a friend called self

© 18 April 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.