i remembered me . . .

i remembered me

there was a sweet ominous feeling i had

i have been down this road before

i remember the fragrant air

of Lavender

and the blossoming Honey Suckle

i closed my eyes and i saw myself

frolicking with joy

being bathed by the Sunshine past

does not the Sun still shine

and i asked myself

why has my bright countenance

chose to set

so i stand

and i danced

the dance once again of my truth

for i remembered me

21 January 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.