Taking the reader

where alone he can’t go

 

Onramp to tomorrow

—new roads to be shown

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2020)

She only leaves me when it’s raining,

to wash away the pain

 

Clouds an ablution to her memories dark,

 drowning a past refrain

 

She returns as the skies are clearing,

to dry inside my warmth

 

Our love in place until thunder breaks

—again to chase the storm

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2020)

I can’t cry anymore,

or mention your name

 

I can’t sleep through the night

with fury and shame

 

I can’t give anymore,

stakes gone from my claim

 

I can’t cry anymore

—tears salting the blame

 

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2020)

The Art of Creating,

the Art of Living

—YES

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2020)

Disguising his attack,

concealing his intent,

deceit comes calling

as a friend

 

Smiling to your face,

fangs in your back,

the wolf approaching

as a lamb

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2020)

Poetry,

not read with the eyes

or listened to with the ears

—when spirited through the soul

 

(Dreamsleep: May, 2020)

They just want to feel something…

the audience again new

 

They just want to escape time,

for a moment then, or two

 

They just want to know you care,

after what the past has cost

 

They just want you reaching out

—touching something that they’ve lost

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2020)