Wishing in colors

Painting the wind

Singing a fragrance

Sculpting within

 

Tasting a memory

Touching a dream

Hearing the moment

Feelings redeemed

 

(Ronald McDonald House: April, 2022)

The part you transform

is that part you possess

The rest is pure folly

—petals scattered to the wind

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2022)

More connected

by dollars than faith

the poor attend the

 Universal Church of Poverty

 

Christian or Jew

Hindu or Muslim

the altar when barren

—leaves God undeclared

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2022)

Write,

like you don’t need the money

Sing,

like you’ll never be heard

Live,

like the moment is ending

Love,

like a baby’s first word

 

(Dreamsleep: April 2022)

Do you write the words

or do they write you

 

Are the feelings tattered

or something new

 

Do you speak in tongues

or in muted silence

 

Are the moments sacred

or void of credence

 

Do the questions answer

themselves in time

 

Do the phrases mingle

but never rhyme

 

Do the reasons falter

excuse to reign

 

Do the moments linger

—tomorrow framed

 

(Newtown Square Pennsylvania: April, 2022)

Life when it’s tragic

a forced similarity

Spreading like water

—flooding the plain

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2022)

 

Until your forgiveness

marries your passion

—everything else is lost

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2022)

At 11:05 the torrent came,

its current tainted,

its waters shamed

 

At 11:06 direction changed,

intention drowning

—redemption stained

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2022)

 

The aging of time,

each year to endear

from cradle to grave

the future unclear

 

The aging of time,

whose toddler matures

to crawl and then walk

—as moments endure

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2022)

For every second

the chronometer gains,

the future loses two

 

The light retreating

time in halves

—the moment old once new

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2022)