Stepping off the ledge,

out of the fog

—I cast my fate

 

As time again dared,

all blinders off

—the hour late

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

S

H

E

 

C

A

M

E

 

MY HEART AS RANSOM

 

S

H

E

 

L

E

F

T

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

I don’t know if I’m good or bad,

but I’m not for loan

 

I don’t know if my words will rise,

but these thoughts I own

 

I don’t know if the questions asked,

will in death rename

 

I don’t know if this life I live

—will the past reclaim

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

Each phrase a gift,

mine to unwrap

 

The Muse bequeaths,

when spirit lacks

 

Each word a jewel,

to cut and shine

 

Together placed

—and shout divine

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

Space in meters,

words in rhyme

 

Life in color

—truth sublime

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

 

The future blocked,

by words unsaid

 

The pasture torn,

its furrows bled

 

The future blocked,

by words unsaid

 

The present cries

—its orphans dead

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

Charging into the waves,

the wind at my back

 

The horizon clear

—its truth left unsaid

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

May your reasons bejewel in truth

—the diamond of the soul

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

Can you understand

without thinking

 

Can you know more than

your mind can learn

 

Can you overflow

without leaking

 

Can you see

—beyond the fire’s burn

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

Beyond all critical thinking,

above what’s right or wrong

 

There’s a different understanding,

where words turn into song

 

With a deeper sense of freedom,

light shines upon itself

 

All reasoned dialectic,

left abandoned, lost—unfelt

 

(Rosemont Pennsylvania: June, 2019)