William S. Peters, Sr.
USA
'Come' . . . New Book and CD : 'the light in the window'
the light in the window
there’s a light in the window
beckoning me to come
come on in from without of myself
softly it whispers to my soul
drawing my desires to it’s warmth
there’s a light in the window
nay, not a sun light bright
an embracing nurturing light
that of a mother’s breast
that i lay my head upon
and listen . . .
to the heartbeat of prerequited love
there’s a light in the window
it’s smiling my name
colors flowing into my head
filled with possibilities
possibilities that i can
i am assured, yes
there’s a light in the window
whose sparkling luminescence
is dancing upon the skin of my delusion
peeling me apart layer by layer
leaving me exposed and raw
is it my truth
there’s a light in the window
breathing my air . . .
dripping with hope
that this may be the place
the place of my reconciliation
. . . with self
there’s a light in the window
the window with no barrier
no glass to pane me
pain me or cut
yet i am quickened
from sash to sill
i drop and pay homage
to the light in the window
yes,
there’s a light in the window
(c) 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.
http://innerchildenterprises.podomatic.com/entry/2011-06-26T22_58_53-07_00
2 comments:
i am humbled . . .
Humble were and are Great Men of the Mankind.
devotedly
Fahredin
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