In the song of the antelope,
the Prince heard his Queen

Now locked in a convent,
her beauty unseen

The tower still distant,
its ramparts on guard

Just one point of entry,
a hero’s reward

The mist in the valley,
her prison unseen

Through clouds in the distance,
her pleadings, her screams

The miles before him,
twin antlers ahead

His future unfolding
—his destiny wed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June,2016)

Some words forever born inclined,

others bred in shadows

 

Verse conceived and left unread

—to wander lost and fallow

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2020)

The writing,

compensates itself

in the writer

 

Every word

an inheritance,

each phrase self-endowed

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2020)

Remembering the present,

forgetting the past

 

Turning into the other

—the moment recast

 

(Villanova University: April, 2020)

I wandered among the springtime trees,

and in the stillness they reached out

 

To touch each feeling within my heart,

giving cover to my doubt

 

My life sequestered as I walk alone,

past memories deeply felt

 

The social ramblings of a world at war,

now distanced from itself

 

Like nothing’s happened they praise the earth,

their blossoms all ablaze

 

While the quiet thunders upon itself

—inside this twilight haze

 

(Garrett Hill Pennsylvania: April, 2020)

Raping the sky of its luster,

a new darkness began to imbue

 

Draining the ocean—taking its salt,

a pillar for Edith renewed

 

Shearing the top off the mountain,

its crater to hemorrhage and bleed

 

Stealing the promise from every hope

all faith left to weather—unfreed

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2020)

The Genie-us crawled silently out of the old clock,

and climbed up the bookshelves at night

 

The Genie-us then read from the pages forbidden,

feeling shame with a lusty delight

 

The Genie-us returned as the sun came up,

crawling inside the tall clock in the hall

 

The old pendulum again swinging, the chimes reset

—until darkness anew comes to call

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2020)

Did you baptize the moment,

 did you remake the night

 

Did you give truth a name,

did your secrets escape

 

Did you forever divide,

leaving zero to burn

 

Did you dance through the flames

—to the edge of goodbye

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2020)

Ambient poetry,

truth on the vine

 

Words of the moment

—vintage divine

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2020)

How real can you be…

how prescient can you become

 

How long can the moment last

—to choose or to then believe

 

(Dreamsleep: April, 2020)