Free And Atoned

The truth came flying out of the mirror,

  its reflection veracious and new

 

And left without warning, my emptiness torn,

  heading back to a place out of view

 

Driving into my eyes an image so clear,

  its talon’s spread open and honed

 

But on wings of silver, it returned fulfilled,

  my spirit soaring—free and atoned

 

(Southwest Flight Las Vegas-Philadelphia: January 27, 2016)

No Dreams Allowed

Paved over deep,

 my thoughts below

 

Once brilliant shades

 of amber glow

 

The darkest light,

 I now befriend

 

Whose darkest thoughts,

 I sought to end

 

While further down,

 the chanting starts

 

No mockingbirds,

 no meadowlarks

 

Where stillness reigns,

 the present weeps

 

My ashes cool,

 my soul retreats

 

Lodged six feet under

 below the crowd

 

Though sleep eternal

  —no dreams allowed

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2019)

Grief Belies

A briefcase full of sorrow…

  the hiding place of tears

 

One trade to end all others

  excuse to lie and steal

 

The papers hide the story

 all documents in vain

 

As grief belies the glory

 —of a life that deals in pain

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2019)