Long before title,

long before name

 

A wish was granted,

to begin again

 

Legacy ransomed,

escape from the night

 

A voice breaking through

—into the light

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

Poetry…

the music of writing

 

Written unspoken

—for Angels to sing

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

Death in comparison,

  a covetous dispatch

 

Jealousy reflected,

  its courtiers attack

 

An emperor left naked,

  his crown a vacant throne

 

Jesters flee the castle

   —as envy sits alone

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

Hand me down memories,

borrowed not owned

 

Dreams that are mortgaged

—the present on loan

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

Crossing all borders,

 its fever befalls

 

Power infectious

—the cure long recalled

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

Political correctness

—prison of the new millennium

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

Salvation rises,

from the depths

of the unsure

 

Its light ablaze,

exposing fear

it must cure

 

Redemption hovers,

death’s pestilence

below

 

Casting all there reborn,

in eternity’s

glow

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

What will they say

when I’m gone

 

What will I write,

as I take

my last breath

 

What will they say

—when I’m gone

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

If you always face left,

try once facing right

 

Stuck deep in the mire,

all truth beyond sight

 

It’s the questions at hand,

as answers unwind

 

Past and future a myth

—the present to bind

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

As my body stoops with age,

youth lulls upon the page

 

Where words forever young,

cry willful to be sung

 

As daylight quickly passed,

I greet night a friend at last

 

With memories deeply grained

—reborn in verse again

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)