How dependent are we on language,

 for the expansion of our minds

 

Each word a crucial building block,

 an archetype sublime

 

Can we think outside our diction,

 would our thoughts release and form

 

Or would truth and beauty, right and wrong

 —lay dormant still unborn

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

Memory is a river,

 bound for the sea

 

One waterfall to cross

 —death’s waters to free

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

If you call out loudly,

 the past will find you

 

The pain but a looking glass,

  all time a shroud

 

As memory surrounds,

 its prison reopens

 

Chaining the present

 —locking the future down

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

The prelude to a wish,

 all time conspired

 

Eternity on call

 —the night on fire

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

Wishing I hadn’t,

 wishing I could

 

Going through the motions

 —of love

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

Intermingled,

 but not together

 

In your presence,

 but still alone

 

Hearing your words,

 but not your meaning

 

Leaving your house

 —so far from home

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

The truth redeemed,

The past reclaimed

   —within your final hour

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

Everything…

 is all I ask

 

In all you say

 —and all you do

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

If you live your life correctly,

 death walks close by your side

 

To constantly remind you,

 that time’s not on your side

 

Your choice on how to handle,

 to ignore or then befriend

 

Will change your life completely

 —as each day begins again

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

 

The beauty of a Rose…

 in the heart of one who knows

 

That love’s a gift of time,

 both temporal and sublime

 

The seedling of a wish,

 future memory to enlist

 

That hope may till the fields

 —budding Roses to conceal

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)