To Light The Spoken Air

Thoughts inflame as feelings stir,

words simmering yet to boil

Unspoken sparks drift through the night,

a pyre still to fan


As heat restores the human soul,

all prodigals return

With hope to melt the frozen dawn,

and free the Poet’s hand


Delphian in its natural form,

the smoke a treacherous friend

Ink rekindles—lies cremate,

the mind, its woods now bare


The verses stack and dry of doubt,

their ignition up to you

As dark they wait for your next breath

—to light the spoken air


(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)

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