Final Sunset Commands (+5)

I played out my string,

I ran my race

My chaps are frayed,

but spurs in place

Still one horse to ride,

with saddle in hand

That last trail awaits,

—final sunset commands

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)

If Only

If only to write the way

a new wave breaks

If only to write the way

a rainbow forms

If only to write the way

the moonlight calls

If only to write the way

a baby’s born

If only to write the way

the dawn explodes

If only to write the way

a mountain stares

If only to write the way

a rose unfurls

If only to write the way,

—God’s love we share

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2017)

Fatherless And Alone

With every cold defeat

of the human spirit

The answers move deeper

within the polar arc

Victim to its wanton roaming

and endless chill

Questions left to wander,

—fatherless and alone

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2013)

Heaven To Guide

Marry your will

unto your heart

The heavens to bless,

—and to guide

(Lansdale Pennsylvania: April, 2013)

Into The Light

Listening to Phil Collins sing ‘In the Air

Tonight,’ I mused:

“The figure eight of destruction, circles intertwine, two distinct but connected spheres, keeping the truth out, protective of what they both think they own, spewing oriental good tidings they don’t understand, mutually assured self-destruction, the one loop non-existent without the other, a sad commentary on what might have been, a yin & yang deception, trying to explain everything within its balance, forgetting that truth only balances on one thing—it never balances, consummate in its existence, its freedom of release, the raw knowledge of that, casting all else aside for what it is, and all wasted deceptions along our way into the light.”

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2013)

Late September

Late September holds onto the summer,

like that promise you made,

—you can never forget

Late September holds onto the summer,

as shadows fall distant,

   —and memory regrets

(Train: Amherst Massachusetts- September, 2013)