awaiting me

awaiting me

i have emptied all my pockets

looked in all the secret places

i turn every stone i see

i cleave the wood

looking for that sacred key

to that which is locked up

inside of me

the angst

and disparity

bemuses me

and i smile

but for a little while

i tarry here at the bend of the road

with my temperance

for my self

while i await you

oh wayfarer

to show me the way

to me

where belies my sanctity

i ask

is the task of “knowing thyself”

that daunting

that you would keep it in the cupboard

locked away

that we the children may

not come to know

where you have hidden the sweets

oh soul of all souls

smite me if you must

and let me be

reborn

apart from the scorn

of our ways

may our days be days

where the true light

is everlasting

i stubbornly sit here fasting

at the bend of the road

awaiting you

awaiting me

© 2 October 2012 : William s. peters, sr.