Memories of a summer day,
chasing colder winds away
Lasting treasures so defined,
lace the corners of my mind
Zephyrs of a distant past,
breath unto my soul’s repast
Every hope and wish redeemed
—melting fast this winter freeze
(First Book Of Prayers: December, 2021)
Before the writing,
collecting memories
silent endowments
pages without lines
Before the writing,
I traveled a dreamer
imagining truant
what tomorrow defines
Before the writing,
the words clouded over
passing in bunches
like birds on the wing
Before the writing,
the wind was my compass
direction e’er changing
intention to sing
Before the writing,
my spirit a bachelor
no phrases to husband
no verses to wed
Before the writing,
immersed in tomorrow
my freedom untethered
—to go where it led
(Dreamsleep: December, 2021)
Dawning of clarity,
light in the fog
direction a savior,
our way through the bog
It shines like a beacon,
sirens ignored
our compass replotting
—toward heavenly shores
(Dreamsleep: December, 2021)
The fleeting comfort of her silence,
rocking his troubles to sleep
All noise has abated, the bats have gone out
—till dawn o’er the belfry to greet
(Dreamsleep: December, 2021)
Leaving the things we need the most,
we come back for what we love
A circle squared from inside out
—the cream to rise above
(Dreamsleep: December, 2021)
Alone with his memories,
sleep would not come
The minutes, the hours,
time’s haunting begun
Together reliving
each choice made in vain
His will and his conscience
—in conflict again
(The New Room: December, 2021)
The sun is down
and you’re standing on the platform all alone
with night
that friend who never questions…
But dawn is looming
with its predictable answer
never asking what went on before
as you stand there and wonder…
Does all confusion surrender to the darkness
or is there but one confusion
wherein your mind is set free
to rush through the empty spaces and moments…
Looking beyond what your eyes betray
you sit down at the back of the platform
and open your journal
while closing your eyes…
New words to be told
no time to be old
one truth to behold
—and write
(Fairmount Park: December, 2015)
You linger outside
always questioning why
when the answer’s inside
where uncertainty dies
Your world of approval
and life of acclaim
provide little comfort
when there’s no one to blame
You told me it mattered
you told me you cared
but as glad handers turn
almost nothing got shared
So, I’ll stay in the moment
inside looking out
knowing what I’m in search of
leaves no room for doubt
As your memories die silent
no one to hold dear
what’s lost to remembrance
—abandoned in fear
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2021)
Reason dies without faith
men but a pawn
to move in set patterns
not seeing beyond
Logic and cogence
delude and mislead
with vision and instinct
left wounded to bleed
Reason dies without faith
enslaved to the line
paper to crumble
One voice to remind
Years add together
with hope on the run
belief when left wanting
all thoughts zero-sum
(The New Room: December, 2021)
Faith,
Reasons Achille’s Heel
Dialectic’s
Lord And Master
Philosophy’s Warden
Academic Invader
Time Imploder
Existing Divine
(Dreamsleep: December, 2021)
