Love’s Regret

It’s hard to say goodbye

when you know the time is dwindling

 

In the moments you have left,

what was given, taken back

 

It’s hard to say goodbye

when the words are lost and foreign

 

Those looks you get with time beset

—in everlasting sorrow

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2020)

The Lyric’s Unborn

The music trying to catch up with itself

as I sit here in the dark

—a figment of a lost dimension

—a remnant of some other duality

This place becoming a steppingstone

to what is now already gone

and the melody so close, so distant, and so far,

passing through itself to what might have been

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2020)

Vulcanus

The spirit can never be suppressed

its silent essence roars

 

No government or despot’s reign

can change its ethos pure

 

Bottled up the pressure builds,

like Cuba underscored

 

The rhythm faint but always there

—erupting force majeure

 

(Deamsleep: December, 2020)

 

Today’s Gift

Fading in the distance,

 years trapped inside the past

 

The future just beyond our reach,

its vacuum deep and vast

 

Each moment to remind us,

when looking North and South

 

The horse’s mouth will speak the truth

—when present here and now

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)