a dream with my love

a dream with my love

it is about 6 AM

a rainy Wednesday morning

half awake

for no apparent reason

no agendas

no office

no telephone calls

no beaming sunshine

through the window shades

just incessant solace

the sound of the pitter patter

of raindrops abundant

ushers presence upon our spirits

you in my eyes

i in yours

smiling souls

grateful for this eternal moment

crumple sheets

strewn about our bodies

400 count i think

but who is counting who has time to think of such things

when we have “this” moment

memories of Morning’s

dim gray twilight

approaching

our bodies entangled

breathing each others ecstasy

and the exchange

of our urgency

our fervency

to become closer

than our bodies would allow

but we tried just the same

while calling each other’s name

and Gods

our reverent approach

to that garden’s gate

where our longings

were to be satiated

and we tasted the fruit

and the juices

of our passionate flowing

wasting not a single drop

and now

the heavens are crying

the pitter patter of the rain

a noise just above the somber silence

of our gracious hearts

beating to love’s rhythms

yes,

heaven’s tears of anguish

that comes

with such a heightened bliss

and each kiss we share

reminds us of this moment

we have shared

within the infiniteness

and we smile

we come together

and we kiss

embrace

taste

paying sacred homage

again

at 6 AM

on this rainy Wednesday morning

a dream with my love

© 1 September 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

and then there was you

and then there was you

i had dreams

of beautiful things

beautiful times

beautiful feelings

dreams of beauty

and i never knew

they would present themselves

into my present

and become my present

in my presence

and then there was you

i have shed tears for love

i have shed tears for love

the anguish she introduces

to our lives

is unbearable at time

or so it seems

in my dreams

i never expected

naught but the joy

the answering of my expectations

the elation

the celebration

when i held her

for she, Love

owns my heart

and every time she leaves

she rips a piece of it off

with no anesthesia

and takes it with her

as i said

the pain  seems unbearable

and

i have shed tears for love

© 25 August 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

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in a Life Time “Here”

in a Life Time “Here”

if a lifetime here

is but a glimpse of light

that peeks through

the fabric of time

let us take note

of eternity

for we have lived

countless lifetimes

in the Halls of the Cerebrally Astute

the Institute of Intelligence

can we come to know

the Hand of the Designer

i look at the vastness

of the Star adorned night sky

and smallness of self

becomes exponential

and touches things

incapable of being imagined

and awe can not touch

this feeling

the twinkling lights

of the night

beckon wonder

just in their being

can we hear the call

of our souls

reflecting upon it’s self ?

reverberating it’s name

all my soul can do

is dance in recognition

for i was there

when the song was created

He says

the light muses

enrapture my consciousness

until the matter of thought

dissipates

and becomes the ether

permeating the essence

of the manifesting potential

which never comes

for my wonder

is ever evolving

as is that of thy own

and all that is known

is less than a drop

in the Ocean of “IS-ness”

for life is a perpetual seed

to “BE”

in a Life Time “Here”

© 1 September 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

and i smile . . . because you are

and i smile . . . because you are

thoughts

are like grains of sand

upon this pristine lonely beach

where my consciousness

has cast it’s anchor

and each one

is of you

i have no need

of my sails

for my dream is fulfilled

my sextant and my rudder

have served me true

served me well

i sit here in contemplation

reflecting on the voyage past

the turbulent seas

the storms

the long hot days

and damp cold nights

and i smile

yes

i smile now

but the voyage . . .

it was not so easy

i prayed for land

so many times

but all i was given

was endless horizons

regardless of the direction

i took

or directions i looked

all i saw was

. . .  possibilities

they came to me

in the Ocean’s swell

telling me of Sailors

like i

who could not see

the promise

as my tomorrows

became my yesterdays

i began to think

i had lost my way

but my heart knew

of this place

my ultimate destination

it whispered as one

with the nymphs and muses

of the Sea

evoking visions

longings

for this unknown land

this beach

a place where it’s certainty

became my reality and certainly

i am eternally grateful

and as i lay my head

in these sands of thoughts

reflection

remembrance

of the journey

and what it now reveals

i can do naught

but dance my soul

into an exhaustive slumber

with all that i am

embracing our one-ness

one nest

each as our own

in blissful reunion

and i smile

because you are

© 3 September 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

Transcend

transcend

we all seek to transcend

to a place

where smiles are the apparel of the day

upon the faces

not only of children

but of self reflections

the world

and it’s deflections

of our joys

wears

tears

and reminds of the burdens

of the “Illusions”

and we fight them

by taking flight from them

in our fanciful constructions

of alternatives

we call dreams

and it seems

that all balloons

filled with our hopes

loose their light air

sooner or later

and the Darth Vaders within

show up again

replacing our brief glees

with uncertain realities

we accept as me

but i am so much more

the child cries

as it scratches at the walls

of the closet

of our inhibited consciousness’

the terror of

“and this is it”

“is this all there is”

shakes our souls

and we know for sure

that something integral

something divine

which is mine

needs to fully awaken

that which somehow

we have forsaken

can unveil it’s regality

effecting new realities

or surrealities

at the least

but the beast of delusions

wounded with the contusions

of myth

and teachings

and propaganda

stands ominously

at the closet door

with no empathy

for the crying child inside

yet death will not come

that of the regenerative source

nor the temporal death

of this existential charade

nor the end

of the discordant music

in the parade

we just pick up new instruments

and sing different songs

hoping to simply play that “ONE” note

that will help us

free us

that we may

transcend

© 1 September 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.