Drawers Of My Memory

Each drawer that I fill,

stores something past


The future spread out

on the bed


As each one closes,

its memories sleep safe


Dreams quilted

and looking ahead


Layered inside

and kept neatly stacked


In silence,

their stories unfold


Each drawer front embossed

with a message they share


“Open Only If Naked Or Cold”


The dresser sits quiet,

its handles untouched


As new history begins

with each write


And construction resumes,

a new dresser is built


To store words yet to clothe

—and delight


(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)


Dying alone on foreign ground,

death gripped his blessed hand


Raging hard across the pond,

Manhattan, his last stand


An oak to fall on alien soil,

all seeds to heaven thrown


His words cast free into the dark,

that ‘Good Night’ now his own


(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

                                                        ‘Dylan Marlais Thomas’