Seraph’s Delight

There’s a voice deep inside me

still trying to get out

 

Ignoring my pleadings,

it screams and it shouts

 

Its call is the loudest

on those darkest of nights

 

When my mind seeks new refuge

from Seraph’s delight

 

I toss and I turn,

but it speaks louder still

 

As its words start to burn

from new vision distilled

 

No barter or denial

will turn back its call

 

The Muse is on fire

—my pen not to stall

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

Leave a comment