i hear you

i hear you

like a reed in the marsh

wavering to and fro

in the soft Ocean breeze

i too have dreams of flying

to but embrace my Brother the Wind

and let him carry me to foreign lands

but i am rooted where i am

but i still imagine

of those things unseen

we vacillate betwixt such ends

creating our own convolutions

seeking solutions

to the seemingly impossible

my thoughts drift asunder

and my toes are stuck in the mud

the twilight approaches

the Sun of the evening

sets beyond the horizon

and gives way to the night

and the light of the Moon

draws forth the warm embrace

of the Evening Tide

as they come again

to kiss the shores of our consciousness

they come to my house

and lay gifts at my feet

tales of the travel they enjoyed

the Seas of the World

the Streams

and the Clouds of the Sky

and the Mountains and the Valleys

and we must mention the Rains

of the Rains

i stand ever so planted

lost in the whisperings of life

and the wonder of their journey

while the tentacles of my own doing

these non forgiving roots

which tether me to where i am

yet nurture who i am

holds me fast

where i am

the Sun of the Day

now slumbers as well

here

yet is now dancing with children

of another land

urging Workmen and Mothers

to indulge in the calling of Life

and duty

while some here sleep

but not i,

i am dreaming

i feel the nudging of my Brother, Wind

softly caressing

stirring me

reminding me

that this is not so bad

for he does bring the stories

and whispers them in my ear

and i softly reply

“i hear you”

Thank You

(c) 1 January 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.