The journey kindled,
hopes ablaze,
a future now unseen
Moments of ecstacy,
moments of grief,
lost ashes inbetween
Cowling on fire,
time a slow burn,
the stationmaster cries…
“The tracks have melted,
locomotive’s in flames
—your ticket singed and fried”
(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)
A Blue Dawn
If consciousness is emergent,
where is it emerging from
The dualists say… the naturalists say…
but answers just won’t come
As the blue hour seeds the dawn,
before the new arriving sun
One question hard, the self must ask
—how consciousness becomes
(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)
The Hourglass
I wish that I had cared enough,
to mention once or twice
That what I wanted now has changed,
old virtues turned to vice
The past left misbegotten,
and future long disclaimed
The present what I’m running from
—its hourglass in flames
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
The Last Setting Sun
He defeated his family…
this battle was won
The war still in doubt,
a General shunned
The casualties lingered,
fatalities mount
Old reasons to fester,
in spite of the count
His Grandmother’s death,
the last coup de gras
The love of his life,
he held her till gone
But after her funeral,
his troops on the run
Tents folded and burned
—the last setting sun
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
As Twilight Calls
Before dying alone,
our choices define us
To love and be loved
—to care and believe
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)