Umbra

Live your days with purpose,

and death walks by your side

 

To constantly remind,

what time will not abide

 

Your choice on how to handle,

ignore or then befriend

 

That last step left untaken

—where life begins again

 

(Bryce Canyon: August, 2019)

Angels On Mute

Welcome loneliness my old friend,

to mark the hours emptiness sends

 

In the middle of the cold and dark,

the vanishing call of a last meadowlark

 

leaving me stranded,

deep in the well

 

Counting the minutes where time has conspired,

lusting for something whose clock has expired

 

This silence a chorus of Angels on mute,

promising nothing, all vows to refute

 

left and abandoned

—deserted in hell

 

 (Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2020)