Left, to my right,
another half
As two we’re whole,
on different paths
My cloudless sky,
your world in shade
Whose peace endears,
my war invades
Our grass once greener,
turns to brown
A soul we share,
now turned around
Symbiotic,
twins we pray
Conjoined in conflict,
—hearts forayed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
Too Late
Once the wolf is through the door,
—it’s too late to turn the lock
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
Now Fly Within
“It’s almost time,”
the Angel said
Last image dancing,
in my head
“The gate unlocked,
the pearls alive”
Both wings she opened,
time proscribed
“Just one look back,”
I asked in vain
“All past is gone,”
her voice proclaimed
“Your place awaits,
all time rescinds
My wings your gift,
—now fly within”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)