The miles I’ve walked,
the verses I’ve rhymed
The demons I’ve fought,
the mountains I’ve climbed
Each word as a sword,
its meaning a shield
To ward off the darkness
—and never to yield
(Dreamsleep: November, 2019)
A Haven Safe
I write for the
aberrate visitor,
that stumbles upon my words
A buried shaft
for them to mine,
a voice that can be heard
Each poem baptized
as a child,
redemptions holy source
To comfort those
in pain and loss,
escape from their remorse
A secret voice
for searching ears,
that wander then alone
A haven safe
to offer hope
—and welcome them back home
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2019)
Borrowed Time
Ability to free,
impossible to seize
The moment but on loan
past-future to deceive
(Dreamsleep: November, 2019)