The light in the window,
the candle in the hall
The torch in the jungle
all beacons that call
That voice in the distance,
the one just next door
The whisper screams loudest,
when heard from afar
That flame that once beckoned,
the one that still shines
Those rays reconnected,
new vision sublime
To see it and hear it,
to know it once more
One spark yet to strike,
—last blaze still to roar
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
Legacy For Sale
Did the choices you made
scatter bodies behind you
Did you block out the light
leaving others in the cold
Did you take your half
out of eternity’s middle
Did the promises you made
—become the legacy you sold
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
Last One
One last poem in the waning light,
one last poem I’ve yet to write
One last poem to end it all,
one last poem the future calls
One last poem the past repeats,
one last poem tomorrow speaks
One last poem the old renewed,
—one last poem my work is through
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
Sacrilege
Dreams upon the pyre,
oil of Satan’s lamp
Love consumed by fire,
—ashes cold and damp
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)