i whisper . . .

i whisper

i whisper beyond my anguish

for i have let it go years ago

and i speak these words of love

from the garden of my heart

softly into your ear

i have planted

and cultivated these seeds

of lovely expressions

with joys of anticipation

and fed them with my attention

and watered them

with the sweat from my brow of intent

that one day

i would behold your presence

and present my offering

of love

long ago

before the advent

of the marking of man’s time

i had been given a promise

spoken to my soul

from the lips of Father

that i would know love

i did not understand such a thing

for i had  been borne of it

when i took the charge

to visit upon this plane

where the One Moon wanes

i became intimate

with darkness

which i called night

for the light of my brethren

the Stars of my hopes

became distant

upon the canopy of the heavens

it was at this time

for the first time

i discovered longing

but the promise

yes the promise

told me of your coming

i lived in that moment

in my vision

my aspiration

my dreams

where i dreamed

of such fulfillment

and the eons have passed

yet i have lasted

and i have fasted

doing without you company

but the promise

yes the promise

you were being created

to complete me

molded and shaped

crafted after

the vision of beauty

within my Star adorned Soul

and with this essence of you

i know of wholeness again

and i am reverent

for now i am ever

bound

to the sound

of your approach

your footsteps

in the garden of my beingness

and so i whisper beyond my anguish

for i have let it go years ago

and i speak these words of love

from the garden of my heart

softly into your ear

listen . . .

as i whisper.

©   12 June 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

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