Punching in the numbers

on the celestial dial tone

 

Eternity became toll free

—its area code my own

 

(Dreamsleep: November, 2020)

Once was a time

I was young enough,

to know and feel the truth

 

But the years laid claim

to my memory,

and the seeds to every fruit

 

Today is but folly,

tomorrow a fool,  

the past like fine wine ages true

 

Where a nightingale sings

in my dreams unrestrained

—that song of myself ever new

 

(The New Room: November, 2020)

The music

called the dancers

to the floor

 

The poet

waltzing freely

—with his eyes

 

(Wilkes Barre Pennsylvania: March, 1980)

“A vision into

your future

 

“A mirror

of your past”

 

(Wilkes Barre Pennsylvania: March, 1980)

Why would it matter,

why would you care

 

Voices becalming,

breathless unpaired

 

Freeing the Dharma,

released in the air

 

Transcending today

—immortality shared

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2020)

Faith often hides

an idolatry within

 

Statutory mandate

—harbinger of sin

 

(The New Room: November, 2020)

Creativity…

undemocratic

 

Tyrants of insight,

breaking new ground

 

Vision on fire,

effigy’s burning

 

Painting’s unframed

—all muses set free

 

(The New Room: November, 2020)

Humanity is destined

for being at war

 

Attacking tomorrow,

its fate still unsure

 

New conflict resharpens

the dullest of blades

 

Where written in blood

—new history is made

 

(Valley Forge: November, 2020)

Live your days with purpose,

and death walks by your side

 

To constantly remind,

what time will not abide

 

Your choice on how to handle,

ignore or then befriend

 

That last step left untaken

—where life begins again

 

(Bryce Canyon: August, 2019)

Humble

before the sea

 

Steady

within the gale

 

Intrepid

among the waves

 

Thankful

—as tides return

 

(Christmas Tree Island:  May, 1991)