Moments Left Unfelt (+1)

I often sit here waiting,

on days when words won’t come

 

To chase the thoughts now fleeting,

their messages on the run

 

These days I sit impatient,

as I wonder to myself

 

Are time and memory draining,

—precious moments left unfelt

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

 

 

 

The Eyes Of A Child

 

Do you eat your own cooking,

do you live what you write

 

Do you enjoy your own company,

do you dream well at night

 

When you look in the mirror,

do you like what you see

 

Through the eyes of a child,

—is your heart then set free

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)