Blinded by familiarity
Veer through the darkness
Nocturnal bat

Every voice needs an ear
  for it to be free

Every writer, a reader,
  or the words cease to be

In my case I’ve been lucky
  though she came to me late

For my dearest sweet Laura
  —the key to my gate

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2018)
        ‘To My Dear Friend Laura’

Your words are written in my heart
Like tablets made of snow
I feel them in the aftermath
of loves forgotten glow
I pressed into you trusting
You were mine then came the blow
I felt the sun burn away
melting what I know
the things I thought were true
My color emptied veins of pain
Embossed like lead of blue
As time goes by to fast to see
the memories made so real to me
What's written in the snow

If the planet shakes with quakes
With all stars falling from the sky
And darkness from a bomb hits
When the oceans dry up
Green no longer grows
And Life on earth is misery
One thing would still exist
Nothing could take away
A love to forever stay

It’s like
the whole world
went silent,
yet it’s so deafening here.

~kb