she smiles . . . but not like Sarah

she smiles . . . but not like Sarah

she smiles at me

through the veil

of Pinks and Lavenders

pained

with hauntings of past lives

her heart still longs

for that embrace

that all Virgins

who came to this world

dream of

the face of our Joys

they bore an innocence

for they only knew

this simple Truth,

that Dreams do come true

only to learn . . .

but not always here

for this is a different place

with different tastes

of self effacing realities

and the shadows enticed us to play

as they tease our longings

for they too clearly understood

the Heaven we journeyed from

we come for this brief visit

seeking the exquisite promises

that show up as lies

and in our own stubbornness

and obstinate-ness

we refuse to succumb

to the dumbed-down-mess

and confess

our errancy of thoughts

and visions

yes we must manifest

and employ our will

is this but another test

we ask

as we quest

to break the self agreed upon tethers

and borders

and  boundaries

we must weather the pending storms

in this journey through

this wilderness

this fleeting mixture

of convolutions

until we find solutions

and become clear again

as we face our fear again

and the tears again

will help

so we smile

in spite of

in light of

like Sarah ? . . . perhaps not

but we smile

like we know that we can

as we peek through the Veil

of this loosely woven fabric

called yet again . . .  Reality

she smiles . . . but not like Sarah

(c) 9 January 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.

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