In the search for Crazy Horse,
I found myself
He freed my voice,
as he opened up my heart
Sharpening my words
like the tip of his lance
Leading me through the forest
back into the light
Across the wide prairie
where the winds blow free
The sun not only rising
—but pointing the way
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Deliverance
Contentment has set in
all restlessness gone
The hour growing short
—the day forever long
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Distance Revealed
The older I get
the closer it seems
The past from the future
what’s real, to my dreams
The older I get
the deeper it feels
Distraction aborted
—all distance revealed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
May It Be Said
The kingdom of knowledge
to its crown we are wed
Its light our betrothal
its heavens our bed
The words ever regal
trousseau not to beg
Thus will it be written
—thus will it be said
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)