Drawers Of My Memory

Each drawer that I fill,

stores something past

 

The future spread out

on the bed

 

As each one closes,

its memories sleep safe

 

Dreams quilted

and looking ahead

 

Layered inside

and kept neatly stacked

 

In silence,

their stories unfold

 

Each drawer front embossed

with a message they share

 

“Open Only If Naked Or Cold”

 

The dresser sits quiet,

its handles untouched

 

As new history begins

with each write

 

And construction resumes,

a new dresser is built

 

To store words yet to clothe

—and delight

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

Marlais

Dying alone on foreign ground,

death gripped his blessed hand

 

Raging hard across the pond,

Manhattan, his last stand

 

An oak to fall on alien soil,

all seeds to heaven thrown

 

His words cast free into the dark,

that ‘Good Night’ now his own

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

                                                        ‘Dylan Marlais Thomas’