If you live long enough…
those things you missed
will again return
No longer wrapped
in layers of disguise
But flying on spirit wings
the Archangels have endowed
Bequeathed
to the morning’s sunrise
—your exiting dawn
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)
Awaiting Breath
The incarnation of silence,
sound without tone
Words embody in the night
—crying to be known
(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)