A ray of warm sunshine
sparkling delight
An arrival so blessed
on wings of a sprite
Its music plays silent
from distant to near
Springtime is calling
—the meadow so dear
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2015)
Ecstacy
I’d rather be ecstatic
in uncomfortable surroundings
Than miserable
—in comfort and shame
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2015)
Praying For The Light
I know that I believe,
never sure of whom or what that is
I know that I can see,
never sure of what’s beyond my sight
I’ve heard your pleading heart,
never sure of how that makes me feel
As I stand inside this shadow waiting
—praying for the light
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2015)
Our New Beginning
To live inside
your laughter
To your hearts
will I belong
To write each hope
eternal
As our wishes
—turn to song
(To My Grandchildren: October 9th, 2015)
My Soul To Shine
My DNA lettered
My bloodstream in verse
My feelings in couplets
My last goes to first
My thinking in prose
My expression in rhyme
My horizons unwritten
My soul there to shine
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2015)
Waiting
Marooned inside the shallows
—stalked by the next rising tide
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2015)
Shadows
Shadows…
of a former self
Shadows…
of that no longer felt
Shadows…
memories hide in sin
Shadows…
the future-past within
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2015)
My Legacy Planted
Mentally on the road
while spiritually at home
My mind got to wander
as my soul was at peace
Mentally on the road
while spiritually at home
My thoughts got to ponder
what only distance could release
Mentally on the road
while spiritually at home
My roots sinking deeper
my connection firmed
Mentally on the road
while spiritually at home
My legacy planted
—beneath all that I’d learned
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2015)
Time Untethered
My verse begins
where logic ends
Escape its mission
new light to bend
The easy answer
the convenient close
Now left to others
by others chose
Each phrase a path
that leads inside
Beyond where dogma
schemed and lied
A light there shines
unto itself
By grace of nothing
above all else
The music starts
once halfway in
To cleanse your mind
of lies and whim
Words join each note
to dance in song
All time untethered
—from right or wrong
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2019)
Love\'s Delight
The pen became my instrument
the words became my notes
The stanzas burn like songs on fire
new voices scream with hope
The ink runs free and heavy
the score in black and white
The music coursing through my soul
—to christen love’s delight
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2019)