Belleza Es Verdad

Passing through its own reflection,

eternity is beauty

—and beauty is truth

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)

 

 

The Anchor's Gone

 

Clear the decks

and set the helm

 

A storm approaches,

hatches closed

 

Drop the main

and raise the jib

 

The anchor’s gone

—our fate to sail

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)

 

 

The Prodigal

 

Today, I fed a horse still wild,

and asked him with my rhyme

 

To blaze the silver meteor’s trail,

to where the words collide

 

I filled him with one final verse,

to sharpen my refrain

 

And mounted for that one last ride

—to go back home again

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)