reflection . . .

reflection

my soul dances to the thought

of the possibility

that the day may come

where i feel your breath

upon the nape of my neck

where we resonate as one

one heart beat

one thought

one movement

in love

if at this moment i open my eyes

the pixelisations of you light presence

lose not their form

in my waking

for i still see but you

and i feel you

i taste you

and i hear your heart beat

as if it is my own

and through every known moment

of my consciousness

you were the remnant of my salvation

the reason i could press on

for that distant day of hope

the visions i embodied

of our togetherness

made each step forward

a joyful journey

of expectations

there yet has been a mountain

that could cause ebb to my zeal

there is no Valley

that could contain me

and there is no Ocean

i can not swim

for i know in our communion

we will again dance in unison

to all that is holy

to our soul

and in the absence

of our mutuality

in presence

in this dense illusion

my only conclusion

is but

because of this vision

i am whole

for you are the substance

of my dreams

my desires

and the cause

this fire burns

and i fervently yearn

with every breath

that i too may feel

my warm breath

reflect

upon the nape

of your neck

reflection

© 24 May 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.