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)