all signs point North . . .

[Bill]

all the signs point north

living on the cusp of lust
i reach for love i must
as my life goes ambling by
not quite understanding
the urgings nor demandings
yet i try, i try, i try

but to no reasonable avail
i abide with a fear to fail
i constantly avert each day
i still seek to find
in the land of the blind
the lantern that lights my way

the some-thing that is obscure
is what my soul pines for
in this life’s holy quest
and i am so driven
by the life that i’m living
from the grape my wine is pressed

intoxicated and i am drunk
by the thoughts that i think i thunk
and the words that pour forth
and i travel this road
with my burdensome load
and all the signs point north



(c) 2010 William S. Peters, Sr.