Matthew Edward Peterson (12/21/1983 / Salt Lake City, UT)

i wish to paint a picture for you
i have never been so awake
i am neither dead 
nor alive
i am a child
filled with childish things
holding onto hope and dreams
wrapped in the blanket to set me free
 
looking through the window
of my space  
my place
to see but an image
of the heaven and hell
that lost track on my train ing
 
i am quietly waiting
for the shore to pull me
into the waters of the night
while the storm gathers closer
i look for my might
staring away into the picture
i dream
of turmoil
of rage
of a blank page
i shall fill with my standing
 
i will not run from you
i will not fall down into this tempest
and become overtaken
i shall take my child
and put away my childish things
holding dear to me a playfulness
 
a wish
and a kiss from my mother
it could not be any other
i shall never see it coming
for i slip into my strength
as a dropp turns to snow
and covers a flowing plain
 
peace now
peace
as i dream of wondrous things
and awe
take flight into the cool black
now listen
listen to the star of your awakening