Fantasia

Are you bigger in your absence

than your presence could command

 

Is your memory that much stronger

than your being when at hand

 

Does the legend of your fancy

stretch the truth of what you’d done

 

The imagined and embellished

—a false legacy becomes

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

Our Will To Answer

Fear, the ghost of indecision

where darkness stalks each day

 

Confusion our ignoble master,

bewildered we fall prey

 

Terror caught in nightly doldrums,

the walls start closing in

 

As choices wait our will to answer

—or die this fate within

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2020)

In Darkness

The thrill is gone, but its memory remains

in flashes that come in the night

 

The names have all changed, but faces stare back

forsaken, denied by the light

 

The thrill is gone, but its price still to pay

whose absence weighs heavy and long

 

The reasons left truant, excuses to reign

in darkness—my soul to belong

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2020)

The Future Claimed

Moments of clarity stop the clock,

but time rolls on and on

 

Unrecorded, to stay embedded

in each wish unfulfilled

 

Tranquilizing the fleeting doubt

that truancy sets free

 

Returning with the future claimed

—to liberate the past

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2020)