Profaned (+2)

I love you—I hate you,

now one and the same

 

Betrothed to a heartache,

all feeling profaned

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)

 

 

The Prophet Of Time

 

You belong to the lyric,

you give life the words

 

You belong where before you did not,

you most need to be heard

 

You belong to the meaning,

you stare into the dark

 

You belong to what’s not of this world,

you rechristen the stark

 

You belong to what’s promised,

you the master of rhyme

 

You belong to the choices you’ve made,

you the prophet of time

 

You belong to the morning,

you emblazon the night

 

You belong to those voices that call,

—you belong to the light

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)

 

 

 

Its Present Reclaimed

 

My soul ancient,

but my spirit new

 

The past a contrivance,

the future untrue

 

My thoughts reborn,

all feelings renamed

 

To christen this moment,

—its present reclaimed

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)