Grey Days . . .

grey days

Grey days

we sort through clouds

seeking sunshine

employing our light within

seeking passage

to the heavens that we seek

the quest of all souls

i ponder

do we all have

that innate wonder

for things unseen

but remembered

within our divine life seed

the smiles of those

who may not be familiar

it seems as that

of my own

is this another evidence

of oneness

that universal language

we all speak

a slight snicker escapes

my constraints

as i think in lyrics

while humming to some song

i know not

perhaps we can manifest

that light we desire

for it is said

we are Gods

somewhere within

a distant whispering psyche

speaks of such grandeur

i long to embrace

like a brother i know

but can not remember

but still he is mine

my inner ear twinges

with an expectation

of his voice

of familiarity

that will stir my joy

and infect my expressions

with joy

‘til then

i sit in this packaged solace

a construct of necessity

and i have weaved this quilt

tightly

and well

for it’s warmth

though

visceral

is as real as it gets

right now

though i am surrounded

by the embrace

of

grey days

© 18 April 2012 : William S. peters, Sr.