Wishes On Fire

Nothing leaves a footprint

like a memory burned

Deep into the consciousness

of those unlearned


Nothing grows more deadly

than the force of will

It powers every weapon

it vanquishes with skill


Nothing braves tomorrow

like a wish on fire

Its light forever’s beacon

to each soul aspired


Nothing is more final

than a dying breath

Words exiting their prison

—eternity’s rosette



(Dreamsleep: October, 2022)



Cobbled Stones

The path to eternity

weaves and turns

As choices deceive

and judgment burns


Its labyrinth changing

and mirror lined

Voices in transit

new order unrhymed


Pursuit often folly

refusal is death

The push is internal

escaping your breath


Beginnings unending

the past in refute

Each moment unfolding

—beyond all repute


(Dreamsleep: October, 2022)


Do you have five fingers

without a fist


A hope that lingers

a wanton wish


Do your letters jumble

beneath the words


Does your breath cut off

before it’s heard


Does silence threaten

what can’t begin


With empty horror

begetting sin


Whose grip wraps tightly

o’er digits limp


Your soul indentured

—creation’s gimp


(Dreamsleep: October, 2022)

Calling Me Home

No need to impress

or need to define

what rests deep inside me

within the sublime


All praise and all glory

goes to the Lord

immune from false tribute

to free every word


Time as the temptress

exposed in His wake

the One and the Only

not early nor late


His calling upon me

my arms open wide

to dig up my treasure

—and travel divine


(Dreamsleep: October, 2022)