Debiting the bank of time

—your dream my breath withdraws

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)

God made me a man…

the devil a poet

 

To argue with the Almighty

of his methods and plan

 

God made me a mortal,

but divinely inspired

 

Two feet on the ground

—flaming the fan

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)

A river is but a witness,

to what lay along its banks

 

Carrying forth transcendent dreams,

flowing stillness, giving thanks

 

A river travels onward,

while buried in its wake

 

The current freeing motion’s form

—offering escape

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)

Can you remember the present,

or only the past

 

And what of the future,

clairvoyant at last

 

Are the walls artificial

and the boundaries lame

 

Is time only mental

—perception to change

 

(Rosemont Pennsylvania: March, 2020)

You can’t go back

—to where you’ve never been

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)

Today, I fed a horse still wild,

and asked him with my rhyme

 

To blaze the silver meteor’s trail,

to where the words collide

 

I filled him with one final verse,

to sharpen my refrain

 

And mounted for that one last ride

—to go back home again

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)

 

Clear the decks

and set the helm

 

A storm approaches,

hatches closed

 

Drop the main

and raise the jib

 

The anchor’s gone

—our fate to sail

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)

Passing through its own reflection,

eternity is beauty

—and beauty is truth

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)

Are you the latest one I’ve left alone,

heart Shanghaied—no goodbye

 

Are you wondering why as questions loom,

the answers high and dry

 

Were you sure you’d be the only one,

to wade misfortune’s tide

 

As that fated current pulled me back

—to drift again untied

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)

There’s just a set number

of poems to write

 

And writing the last,

I’m done

 

To die but alone,

with my words as the pall

 

Breathless verses

—left unsung

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)