I think like a Buddhist,
but pray like a nun
I see like the mountain,
but reach like the sun
I stand like Gibraltar,
but rage like the sea
And love like a child,
reborn unto thee
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
His Wishing Well
Always drawn to stronger women,
in a cerebral kind of way
He missed the charm of a softer maiden,
the joy her flowers splayed
He married a woman just like him,
who made life a living hell
To die while dreaming of that one sweet lass,
her heart—his wishing well
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)