Passing each other

on the cusp of goodbye

A prayer of forgiveness,

a desperate last sigh

 

Feeling the emptiness,

hearts gone to stone

Lost in the memory

—of love we had known

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2022)

Wisdom is of greater weight

than valor, pride, or name

It harbors in my deepest thoughts

to rule my souls’ domain

 

 Choices made my kingdom saved

though others yet to see

My heart and mind ensconced as one

—the future mine to free

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2022)

 

Life on the fringes

ignoring your pain

 words were my fortress

again and again

 

Riding the fence line

fixing the wire

judgment expelling

intruders and liars

 

Distance and loneliness

harken and call

wisdom and certainty

fate to recall

 

One final time

to emerge from my cave

bandage your heartache

—myself I then save

 

(The New Room: April, 2022)

A bottle of you was not enough,

I needed the whole case

With every drop and fragrance let,

uncorking my embrace

 

To deeply breathe your sweet perfume

and drown in nectars dew

I try to sip but lose myself

—inside your vineyard true

 

(Rosemont Pennsylvania: April, 2022)

 

Draining all there was to say,

he hemorrhaged one more poem

Last vial of his history,

whose burden now atoned

 

With final drops to say adieu,

the past and future dead

His last tomorrow here today

—and time no longer bled

 

(Dreamsleep: April. April 2022)

The politics of religion,

its statues on fire

All martyred saints burning

in canonized pyre

 

As cardinals of vengeance

seek new hearts to be stoned

Inquisitors ramble,

the Creator on loan

 

The religion of politics,

 papal decrees

Guilt laden promises,

 salvationists fee

 

Crusaders on horseback,

twelve Apostles alone

Which is more dangerous,

the Word or the throne

 

(Chorus)

 

“Raise the curtain—praise the Lord,

darkness censures fast

Faith though blind, still hope to find,

beyond iconoclasts

 

“With eyes wide open, see the light,

all else to render lies

His love unending, given free,

eternal life the prize”

 

 

(The New Room: April, 2022)

Torn from the moment,

each page sorely ragged

whose ink has long faded

but memory bound

 

The story is telling,

its magic eternal

inside it awaits us

—a treasure unfound

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2022)

Far from where I’m supposed to be,

destined here to roam

Lost in waters still unmarked,

drifting and alone

On my way to nowhere fast,

distance calls my name

The wind a suitor, time undone

—future shores to claim

 

(The New Room: April, 2022)

Lusting after everything,

my words in search of what that brings

I ride through time upon the wind

—to chase the virgin queen

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2022)

I put a saddle on the wind

and rode it through the storm

 

The bridle placed, the buckle cinched,

the reins, my soul reborn

 

Inside each stirrup passion spurs,

the present close at hand

 

Behind whose mane I charge within

—in search of who I am

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)