First Cut The Deepest

I used the language to my own end
  never respecting rules or laws

I wrote what seemed the shortest path
  between feelings and my thoughts

I thumbed my nose at sage advice
  knowing what I wrote was true

The first cut then—the first cut now
  the deepest through and through

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)

Eavesdropping

A memory climbed out of the dark,
  as I listened to the words of a new love song

Taking me back to where feelings were strong
   beyond the flashbacks of a long frozen dream

Remembering again, a last ember still burns,
  and its light rewarms my heart

Where hidden deep in its shadows I see your face
  —as the past is born again

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2017)

Open The Door

The light in the window,
  the candle down the hall

The torch in the jungle
  all beacons that call

The voice in the distance
  the one just next door

The whisper screams loudest
  when heard from afar

The light that once beckoned
  the one that still shines

The rays once connected
  new vision sublime

To see it and hear it
  to know it once more

The key’s in the lock
—now open the door

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2017)