My life has been folded over

 at least a hundred times

With twilight comes exposure

 and a reckoning sublime

Each crease a thing I’d never done

  each fold a place I’d hide

Now one by one the truth unwraps

 —my secrets open wide

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2018)

Trapped in time waves a banner

 spelling ‘truth awaits’

But being first is the flag

 —that flies forever

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2018)

Your voice called out early

 when I needed it most

And you turned me around

 providing great hope

I was lost till you found me

 from the heavens beyond

And the love that you sent

 in my heart would grow strong

I knew it was you

 calling out to me clear

In the depths of my wandering

 your voice was so dear

You opened your heart

 and my spirit was yours

A life we now share

 with each day evermore

As the years have progressed

 our memories have grown

Through marriage and distance

 and grandchildren sewn

You rescued my spirit

 when I needed you most

From my depths of refusal

 you vanquished the ghost

I’ll never be able

 to thank you enough

For the light that you brought me

 your angelic touch

And I still need you now

 more than ever before

To love me and guide me

 to save me once more

From the future you called

 in those darkest of times

My heart yours to reign

 —cherished daughter of mine

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May 2, 2018)

Old by the numbers

 refusing to give in

 dying younger than the years prescribed

All feigned adulthood

 to others entrusted

 refusing life’s final goodbye

The music now was the music then

 with one great love to see

 me through

My body to the soil

 my mind in defiance

  —my soul in death renewed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2018)

Did you wear your life out;

 did you use it all up

 —what are you saving it for

We’re all running headlong

 toward a hole in the ground

  —that the past and future insure

Are you stuck on tomorrow

 lost in wishes of things

 —hoping there’s still more to come

Will your headstone bring sorrow

 to those mourning your loss

 —inscribing what never got done

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2018)

There is too much ancestry coursing my soul

 to do me any real good

To live in a cave on a deserted island

 my destiny best understood

Success once achieved is cast far aside

 its burden to hamper my play

Genealogy stalks and preys as it looms

 to darken those brightest of days

Each block lay unstacked as I run off again

 my freedom left calling within

My soul unattached to the gifts I step over

 —all fame left adrift in the wind

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2018)

“Things Go From Bad To Worse”

 the Second Law of Thermodynamics

“Spirit Is Not A Thing”

 —the First Law of Eternal Life

Listening To David Berlinski: April, 2018

With days becoming short

 the light is growing dim

My eyes no longer search

 this vow my final hymn

Its message splits the air

 a flight with no return

The journey to within

 —one final torch to burn  

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2018)

The music—my music

Gets better with age

Each sound calling out

A heartbeat

Every lyric

A memory fulfilled

The notes draw me inward

Remembering what was lost

With each rhythm

A new direction

In each harmony

 —a promise kept

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2018)

My mind is like a giant dresser

 with thoughts and feelings stored

Some are for later and some for now

 each in its own drawer

New thoughts are folded flat and crisp

 but new feelings loosely thrown

In the bottom drawer to lie together

 —time there long outgrown

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2018)