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)