Pardon my wandering toward the door
The light beyond it shines so
I turn my head, I hear a call
And see a past that won’t let go.
Pardon my gazing at the floor
While you speak of many things
My soul’s discovered it wants more
Than small ideas and earthly things.
Pardon my wishing for release
From this prison of daily grind.
What I know is I want peace,
Serenity for a weary mind.
Pardon my wandering toward the field
Of dreams and hope and light
I’ve reached the point where I shall yield
The frenzied floor without a fight.
(copyright 2011 Paula M. De Angelis)
