Hiding in the middle class,

I made my way through life

 

Looking like I had it made,

no struggle and no strife

 

Others couldn’t see it,

as it metastasized inside

 

A terminal metamorphosis

—hidden from your eyes

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

Standard bearer,

above the fray

 

Others follow,

trackless fields

 

Trailing echo’s,

dead and gone

 

Then tomorrow

—tomorrow then

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

Clothed in fraud,

his disguise supreme

 

Frightening listeners,

confusion schemed

 

His world inside,

a caldera waits

 

Armageddon trembling

—the hour late

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

Maintaining his distance,

Dylan felt safe

 

A musical drifter

not born for one place

 

His words once released,

to live on their own

 

The road calling windward

—far from his home 

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

 

Bridging the gap…

hate falling away

 

Into the chasm,

fate tightens the stays

 

Forging two armies,

to now fight as one

 

Entreating their union

—Saint Michael has come

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

 

Looking down,

I’ve been so lucky

 

Looking up,

still more to know

 

Fortune smiles,

the road still open

 

Steeper yet

—but blessed to go

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

 

 

What you first come to learn

when emotions are raw

 

Bakes time eternal,

old men to recall

 

Before holy baptism

and the mirrored decree

 

Lasting impressions

—of what’s meant to be

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

You once gave to me something,

you now want to take back

 

But its cord is umbilical,

my soul thus attached

 

The title to the future

in invisible ink

 

Bleeding free your reluctance

—inextricably linked

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

Behind on my rent…

the door slamming behind

 

A beggar of memories,

doomed to remind

 

Last boxcar of hope

on a railway of dreams

 

From here to tomorrow

—trapped in between

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

Betrothed within,

making love to ourselves

 

Pledging new vows,

to seal every tryst

 

Promises buried,

 a marriage unseen

 

Wedding bells ring

—ever silent and deep

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)