There’s a level above choice

 where the answers are clear

 

The options there vanish

 yes or no disappears

 

Beyond wishing and hoping

 something less—something more

 

All time but a servant

   —slave to light evermore

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)

The night retreats in silence,

  as daylight rules the fray

 

Darkness reigns the past goodbye

  this moment not a dream

 

The present all we’re given

 the future lies astray

 

Repeating truth inside itself

 —one time forever means

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)

Each breath gets me closer,

 as the past moves away

 

With choices much clearer,

  turning night into day

 

One meaning unchosen,

 its Angel benign

 

Forever most willing

 —last doubt now divine

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)

Feeding on my hunger

 the days were longer still

 

That yet to come and still undone

 left victim to my will

 

Starvation my horizon

 its emptiness on fire

 

Unending pangs my souls repast

 —a famine to inspire

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)

Honing the blade of life’s

 greatest adventure

 

The edges were sharp

 with the meaning inspired

 

It shaved like a razor

 as days became short

 

The last cut the deepest

  —left wounded and free

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)

 

 

 To worship everything

   and value nothing

 

An ego’s adulation

 —the soul despairs

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)

 

Micromanaged children

 in a micromanaged world

 

The I’s all dotted, T’s all crossed

 lost within the swirl

 

Each cup seemed overflowing

 empty spaces void and null

 

All time and place for life’s surprise

 —now victim to its toll

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)

Waiting to seize a moment

 I knew would never come

 

The visions passed like storm clouds

 deception on the run

 

The light was all around me

 as I stood there in the dark

 

The shadows of misguided fear

 —my path forever marked

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)

 

In the middle of the stream

 there rests an island

 

Where hopes and wishes dock

 just out of reach

 

At the end of every dream

 my souls asylum

 

Each memory harbored safe

 —along its beach

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)

 

 

 

 

Hunting the distant banks

Of one lost remembrance

A reckoning came upon me 

Excuses left askance

My tracks grew large

As midnight’s table turned

The prey had changed to predator

Of a memory left unlearned

 

        The dark repeating whispers

          my soul afraid to tell

 

        Until its breath upon my back

         —last step my fear to quell

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)