A Last Waltz (+2)

“I’ve come to the very end of myself,”

the day cried out to the night

 

“My expiration date lined in blood,

tomorrow less than bright

 

“My beginning and ending dancing a last waltz,

destiny writing the score

 

“My wick has burned down, the music has stopped

—too late to ask for more”

 

(The New Room: February, 2021)

 

 

Until Then

 

My Pen…

an extension

of my thoughts

and my prayers,

underlining

my feelings

for others

to share

 

The ink

is my history

its tracks

to begin,

a journey

connecting

what’s now

—until then

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2021)

 

 

 

By Default

 

If nothing can be done

—do nothing

 

(Dreamsleep: February, 2021)