On Wings From Before (+2)

Say it...

  without overstating it

 

Mean it...

  while feeling it more

 

Live it...

  as a mantra then gifted

 

Transcend it...

  on wings from before

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)

 

 

Fear Turns Into Song

 

For forty years I walked alone

 and lived on borrowed time

 

And thought each year that came and went

 would be my very last

 

The ending close as days rolled on

 tomorrow left unrhymed

 

Caught looking back or then ahead

 the moments never fast

 

For forty years my steps were soft

  the eggshells cold and hard

 

With broken dreams to mark my way

 and rocks my garden thronged

 

But now my mind has been released

  the past and future charred

 

With time undone, all reference lost

 —my fears all turned to song

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

 

 

 

 

The Final Harvest

 

Those drunken nights and barroom fights

 now seed my fallowed ground

 

Where women spurned and lovers churned

 rule memory’s lost and found

 

Those wasted days and sleepless years

 like wine have aged within

 

Fermenting each unwritten page

  —reharvesting my sins

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)