won’t you climb with
me
i exuberantly embrace
the toils of my day
as i make yet another
arduous climb
of this mountain
which stands before
me
i but hope to ascend
and sit upon it’s
peak once again
hoping to grasp a
peek
at a passing muse or
two
bring to me a verse
bring to me a word
that entices the
clouds
to undress their
wonder
and stand before my
throne naked
that i may see
clearly
the once held
mysteries
heaven has veiled
from me
and my empirical
nature
the wind ushers forth
my Terpsichore
whose perfectly
syncopated choreography
speaks to my soul
in a tango like
shuffle
awakening a divine
reason
that only when i
in-spire
can be translated to
paper
my pen is my rapier
and it cleaves me
from my “Self”
and the reasonable
values i held
but a moment ago
they becomes as dust
a countless thing
that will cloud one’s
earthly eyes
with anguish
and confusion
and a lost melancholy
that teases our need
to become an
unsatiated prevalence
look from thy inner
eye brother
and the sound will
manifest
in to a syllabic
courtship
with your soul
speaking in alchemic
tones
as you vibrate
and resonate
a strange bereft
music
that can only be
expectorated
from your prodigious
being,
your unquantifiable
regality
a sovereignty
that is foreign
to our way
but this can only be
experienced
upon the mountain
come my friend . . .
won’t you climb with
me
© 23 June 2012 :
William S. Peters, Sr.
Dedicated to Myiya
Imani Rai
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