We have only our perceptions,

but how honest can they be

Where one man sees the color red,

the colorblind can’t see

 

When trapped in three dimensions,

we must push against the walls

Until we’re free of all constraints

—and clarity befalls

 

(Wayne Pennsylvania: December, 2020)

 

Is there anything language

can’t possibly express

 

Words falling short,

all speech in distress

 

Are there concepts so deep,

they cannot be described

 

To experience beyond

any speaker or scribe

 

A higher enchantment,

a deeper enthrall

 

The logic of which

is bereft to recall

 

Expression in handcuffs,

perception moves on

 

Searching the cosmos

—its melody strong

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)

I asked again for everything…

she gave nothing in return

 

A jilted strand of loneliness

—unwoven and unheard

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)

I met a man along the bank,

come back from Galilee

 

He took my hand and spoke my name,

which he was not privy

 

His head was crowned with sunlit fire,

his eyes like mine so blue

 

And as we looked into the pond,

one face stared back—not two

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)

Christians flock into their churches,

travelers hit the road

 

Searching for what’s beyond their view

in spirit overload

 

To leave behind the past imprisoned,

stilted and controlled

 

The blacktop chanting “come what may”

—a eucharistic whole

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)

Repeating on and on without changing,

the boredom settled in

 

Lost in endless repetition,

ten miles South of what might have been

 

A broken record skipping, skipping,

the groundhog’s prediction thin

 

Burrowing out the same old hole

—ten miles South of what might have been

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)

The view is always better

from the highest road,

the joy of looking down

 

Vision bestows

as gravity flows

—beyond the here and now

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)

Sometimes love just isn’t enough,

as destiny calls within

 

Orphaning passion, emotions untether,

lost to Cupid’s whim

 

Never requited, alone and denied,

the search begins anew

 

Feelings repackaged and searching for more

—to do what love can’t do

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2020)

The price of love

is loss

 

Its bill

both old and new

 

A cost

that must be paid

 

With feelings

torn and strewn

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)

 

You climb up a mountain

for the beautiful view

 

Its challenge seductive,

a call to renew

 

The higher it takes you

the farther you see

 

With freedom the distance

—that lies in between

 

(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: December, 2020)