To Will…

My eyes unleash upon the world before me,

where Heaven wrests all darkness from its reign

 

These sights my fortune gladly spent on freedom,

to rise and fall as sun and moon both share

 

The seasons press their head and tail foreclosure,

to trail the one in front and lead the back

 

As cousins of the changing time indenture,

the same but separate lost within themselves

 

(Villanova On Avon: October, 2019)

To Borrow

Answering with phrases loaned…

a paradox recalled

 

The choices, nouns and pronouns,

all verbs to rise or fall

 

Old questions freed, all doubt besieged,

defined and then dethroned

 

The power in each chosen word,

to borrow—not to own

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019)

Beck & Call

Is your greatness unendorsed

by godly symbols old and new

 

Is your strength contained and held within,

as broth begets the stew

 

Is your message clear with no defense,

either martial or sublime

 

With freedom at your beck and call

—all stricture cast aside

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019)

Regret

Do you justify your own beliefs,

to force upon your will

 

Or skip instead the whole charade,

with truth left to distill

 

Do you wander aimless in the night,

in search of what you’ve lost

 

As darkened hallways call you back

—regret the only cost

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019)