Everything...
is all I ask
In all you say
—and all you do
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
At The End
The truth redeemed,
The past reclaimed
—within your final hour
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Bricks & Mortar
Intermingled,
but not together
In your presence,
but still alone
Hearing your words,
but not your meaning
Leaving your house
—so far from home
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Wishing
Wishing I hadn’t,
wishing I could
Going through the motions
—of love
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
The Cusp
The prelude to a wish,
all time conspired
Eternity on call
—the night on fire
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Time\'s Prison
If you call out loudly,
the past will find you
The pain but a looking glass,
all time a shroud
As memory surrounds,
its prison reopens
Chaining the present
—locking the future down
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Crossing Over
Memory is a river,
bound for the sea
One waterfall to cross
—death’s waters to free
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
Still Unborn
How dependent are we on language,
for the expansion of our minds
Each word a crucial building block,
an archetype sublime
Can we think outside our diction,
would our thoughts release and form
Or would truth and beauty, right and wrong
—lay dormant still unborn
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)