The Fleeting Moment (+3)

You can only live  

in the time you’re given

 

The past and the future,

a false consorting

 

 Looking inside and blinding

yourself

 

            —to tomorrow and yesterday

 

The magic contained within

each fleeting moment

 

—until it’s gone

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

 

 

Time Waits

 

Attack, attack…

leaving no room for fear

 

Charging ahead,

driving the past behind

 

Fate in a coma,

never really dead

 

Lying in wait

—for that final misstep

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

 

 

 

 

Blessing's Disguise

 

Being poor…

having no money

 

Conjoined,

yet not the same

 

Faith in the wind,

promises born

 

Wings free

—to be reclaimed

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)