Last Blaze (+3)

The light in the window,

the candle in the hall

The torch in the jungle

all beacons that call

That voice in the distance,

the one just next door

The whisper screams loudest,

when heard from afar

That flame that once beckoned,

the one that still shines

Those rays reconnected,

new vision sublime

To see it and hear it,

to know it once more

One spark yet to strike,

—last blaze still to roar

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

Legacy For Sale

Did the choices you made

scatter bodies behind you

Did you block out the light

leaving others in the cold        

Did you take your half

out of eternity’s middle

Did the promises you made

—become the legacy you sold

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

Last One

One last poem in the waning light,

one last poem I’ve yet to write

One last poem to end it all,

one last poem the future calls

One last poem the past repeats,

one last poem tomorrow speaks

One last poem the old renewed,

—one last poem my work is through

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

Sacrilege

Dreams upon the pyre,

oil of Satan’s lamp

Love consumed by fire,

—ashes cold and damp

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)