Turns To Song

The words all come together,

their meaning front to back

 

Like birds of common feather,

they follow the same tack

 

Existing for each other,

alone their context gone

 

All strength inside their union

—where memory turns to song

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

The Future Spun

I took you into my arms,

to ask about tomorrow

 

But then you went and stole my heart,

from dreams of yesterday

 

Reaching deep inside my pain,

you took away the sorrow

 

All hurt now gone and future spun

—the present here to stay

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

The Eighth Gone Astray

Seven dark prodigals approached in the night,

saying: “One has escaped and

journeyed into the light”

 

Seven dark prodigals with shadows now gone,

longed for he who had left them

—for he who was strong

 

Seven dark prodigals wandered the dark,

no safety in numbers,

in search of their heart

 

“We must look till he’s found,” I heard two of them

say,

seven sins unforgiven

—the eighth gone astray

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

To No Avail

Is a lie in its intention,

or its desired end result

 

Is deception ever lessened,

if the harm is never felt

 

Can you skate by blame or judgment,

if your evil plans then fail

 

Or are you even more at fault

—when you lie to no avail

 

(St. Davids Pennsylvania: June, 2019)