Promises Kept

The music—my music

Gets better with age

Each sound calling out

A heartbeat

Every lyric

A memory fulfilled

The notes draw me inward

Remembering what was lost

With each rhythm

A new direction

In each harmony

 —a promise kept

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2018)

The Bottom Drawer

My mind is like a giant dresser

 with thoughts and feelings stored

 

Some are for later and some for now

 each in its own drawer

 

New thoughts are folded flat and crisp

 but new feelings loosely thrown

 

In the bottom drawer to lie together

 —time there long outgrown

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2018)

 

Time’s Sultan Of Doom

 If you live long enough

 you can outgrow everything

 even uncertainty and doubt

 

As the road fades behind you

 and memories compress

 giving you a final way out

 

Taking you into a magical land

 between two worlds where you

 float in-between

 

One where you struggled and questioned yourself

 and one made of wishes

 and dreams

 

All choices abandoned and willed to the past

 the either-or the most cryptic

 of tombs

 

As you travel within and beyond just yourself

 all past futures

  —time’s sultan of doom

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2018)

In My Heart Delights

I stand and stare as my children tick

 their message gifting time

 

The safe door open, movements alive

 their beats sound off in rhyme

 

All hands revolve to point the way

 and celebrate new life

 

While one calls out to adorn my wrist

  —and in my heart delights

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2018)

 ‘The Musings Of A Watch Collector’

The Present Looms

Time is speeding out of control

 as life is slowing down

 

The minutes of my memory

 lost hours going round

 

My eyelids close, the past on fire

 last vestige still to find

 

One image flashes bright and clear

 all darkness cast behind

 

The calendar in ruins

 this moment left in charge

 

The future marching backwards

 —the present looming large

 

(Burlington, North Carolina: April, 2018)