Travel …

strange bedfellows

made of us all

Crossing

the threshold

hesitancy stalls

Calling us

forward

the moment attacked

Hiding

our fortunes

—the future on track

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2023)

 

Reblessing the virtues

that time can’t bestow

Heaven awakens

a world far below

 

The sinner is sainted

the prophet a king

Words join in prayer

as eternity sings

 

The order reorders

from many comes one

Voices uniting

in breath zero sum

 

Moments rechristen

epiphany reigns

Fruition is sating 

—in His holy name

 

(Dreamsleep: July, 2023)

Life is a panacea

—on the other side of fear

 

(Dreamsleep: July, 2023)

If one person remembers …

a legacy yet

 

If one person remembers

old feelings reset

 

If one person remembers

the words to reform

 

If one person remembers

—tomorrow reborn

 

(The New Room: July, 2023)

Smiling the same smile

Making the same mistakes

Walking the same path

Singing the same songs

 

Dreaming the same dreams

Loving the same girl

Breathing the same air

Righting the same wrongs

 

Signing the last truce

Reaching the last fork

Holding the last hand

Casting the last line

 

Waltzing the last waltz

Humming the last tune

Paying the last bill

—rhyming the last rhyme

 

(Dreamsleep: July, 2023)

Returning

to a sleep

reality abandons

 

You become

what you dream

—so forever sleep well

 

(Dreamsleep: July, 2023)

Never

let reality

kill a good fantasy

 

Never

let the moment

be captured in time

 

Never

let decision

trump a new instinct

 

Never

say never

—forever sublime

 

(Dreamsleep: July, 2023)

Depravity’s eye

is looking back

its eyelid heavy

its pigment black

 

A twisted image

as yet profane

A sinner’s focus

of sharpened pain

 

Depravity’s eye

will never blink

With tears of sorrow

the devil’s ink

 

Forever watching

the future past

Its vision poisoned

—by judgment cast

 

(The New Room: July, 2023)

Last night

as the sun went down

I heard the highway call

Distant echoes

soul astir

the leaves not quite yet fall

 

Last night

that voice cried out again

from places far away

And like before

my feet unsure

—of what my heart will say

 

(Dreamsleep: July, 2023)

The blackest hole

of poetic intent

Light spinning inward

no chance of escape

Eluding the eyes

collapsing the meaning

Time in dilation

direction opposed

Energy waning

one word is emitted

Superpositioned

—the last dying star

 

(Dreamsleep: July, 2023)