The music of passion…

it comes from within

Untouched by tomorrow,

it lives to begin

 

In corners of darkness,

through fits of despair

It waits like a songbird

—to sing out a prayer

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)

I’m not wishful anymore

or here to ride the wave

My feet both mired in aging mud,

my heart now turned away

 

I’m not here to save the world,

nobility be damned

Time on trial my last denial

—on distant Ronan land

 

(Henderson North Carolina: October, 2021)

I look upon the angry ice

and men that prowl its form

to stab and poke in rich delight

a chance to ride the storm

 

With blades on fire and sticks held high

they weave and crash as one

in search of that elusive net

—still guarded and unwon

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)

 

Hostage to fortune,

prisoner of time

 

Trophies a burden,

 polished and shined

 

Greed but a jailer,

freedom denied

 

Hope in confinement

—wishing a crime

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)

Born young again myself befriends,

the years all left behind

To wither and die one last goodbye

then bury into time

Born young until myself instilled

as deja vu reminds

Of Autumn snow my heart aglow

—new memory in rhyme

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)

Outrunning his destiny

fate to rescind

chance in the rearview

reflections within

 

A moment to gather

a lifetime in chase

the wind bearing transit

 —alone in the race

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)

 

In debt to the moment,

invoice inscribed…

tomorrow defaulting,

old debits a lie

 

The hour upon us

whose present awaits,

all payments in cash

—forever rebates

 

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)

Ending the silence

His voice resounds…

filling the prophets

with joy profound

 

(The First Book Of Prayers: October, 2021)

To bloom

where you’re planted

Flower

on the sill

Magic

with each budding

Forever

—and until

 

(The New Room: October, 2021)

Denying the soul…

all words are in vain

a verbal inherence

—spirit proclaims

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)