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The Book

Post by BC Williams on Mon 30 May 2011, 5:11 am





..................The Book

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..................My days on this earth are as pages in a book,
..................I read to discover myself and my meaning.
..................In stillness, this my life rests in the palm of my hand,
..................these pensive words and its time intervening.

..................I remember my childhood, how lean were the days . . .
..................so long long ago, yet it still makes me cry.
..................Hard to face the revelations from the pages of my past
..................but I continued, for words makes me wise.

..................In soft crease, time unfolded in the leaves of my journal
..................and I began to notice patterns of darkness and light.
..................I saw that first through a pallid window I peered,
..................but as I grew in knowledge, clearer grew my sight.

..................I read that while days progressed and years wandered,
..................I lingered in a vacant state of reality -
..................living well, humbly availing myself to others,
..................but to myself had not, thus sealing fate in loveless finality.

..................At this place, the pages fluttered as tremulous breath
..................and my eyes broke for something seemed remiss.
..................I looked and felt and dared to touch what might be real
..................and off the pages came one's love, his healing kiss.

..................Into myself this love gathered needs momentum -
..................amazing its simplicity and utterance of lover's croon.
..................Love's spirit is my completion, the other half of me
..................eddying through my parched soul a crystal pool.

..................The book tumbled, closing pages momentarily
..................and into a dreamy state I saw past and future collide.
..................I knew the crossroads, every hill and vale rolled back -
..................words vanishing on wings of reason, then my mind subsides.

..................Lifting the warn book squarely I cradled keenly it's pages.
..................Heat of inflictions rose up, the creep of life's indecisions.
..................Effectual, this space of ones great valley of thought
..................and soon, I embraced love's blossoming conviction.

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.................. 10.13.2009 by BC Williams


<< Inmorata -
Or perhaps another category of poems?
Trope - Kids - Feminine - Humor - Agape - Nature
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