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 age

  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)

 

 

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