Half Moon Light, Half Moon Dark

Half Moon Light, Half Moon Dark

I stand in the not so silent night

Contemplating the resonating of life about me

And me is semi absent form this consciousness

What a mess

The test to find ones way

Out of their own convolutions created

Never to be abated perhaps

Half Moon Light, Half Moon Dark

But we must believe

So they tell us

Or we will never achieve

What I may ask

Half Moon Light, Half Moon Dark

The task at hand always

In all ways

In all the days

Is to find our way

Through our own wilderness

Half Moon Light, Half Moon Dark

My mind stirs and picks at things

Singing song I have forgotten

To annoy me

Or incite me

To further the quest of being free

Half Moon Light, Half Moon Dark

The body has need of things

But there is this thing inside of me

That cares not about such things

For I am enjoying just the “being”-ness of things

Half Moon Light, Half Moon Dark

I cling to the nothingness

In my feeble attempts to make it something-ness

Another fine mess William

For thy inquisitiveness

Comes with a payload of reservations

Doubts and Fears abound

And they never flee

At the sound of my feeble

Soul Blowing of what I claim certain

And certainly I will never overcome

That which is the ultimate validity

Half Moon Light, Half Moon Dark

The moon peaks through the clouded heavens

Half Moon Light, Half Moon Dark

There is a distant train whose whistle is blowing

For those who seek the knowing

To awaken

From their soon to be forsaken journey

And still the resonant “I” in me

Wants of things

Half Moon Light, Half Moon Dark

And the equation that fulfills it’s self

Has cosigned to imbalance

So it seems

Yet in the dreams

I am whole, wholly

Even in my folly

Half Moon Light, Half Moon Dark

Am I the light

Or the dark

Or a contextual representation of the complete

Half Moon Light, Half Moon Dark

I must ask again

Am I ?

Half Moon Light, Half Moon Dark

© 31 January 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.