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)

Hand-I-Capped

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)