edge again

edge again

on the edge again

looking over the rim

into that chasm of self

and its faint recollections

of existentialism

and i saw the words of Frankl

and Jung

and me

like a reed in the summer marsh breeze

i resonated

swaying

laying

for that

new wind

old wind

same wind

new wind

my friend

they may have termed it convolution

i call it yearning

as i stretch

being embraced

by the whispers of possibilities

inducing me to dream

again

and the treasures and gifts

my friend

the wind

brings my way

this day

as i look over this edge again

(c) 26 November 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.