Loving you
with all my heart
the distance creeping in

With each tryst
creating space
your vision growing thin

The more I try
to hold you close
the more you slip away

Until I’m left
alone again
— in passion’s yesterday

(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)

Crossing over
into the realm
of non-description
reference and paradigm
sleep alone

Borders falling inward
upon themselves
leaving only what
the mind forgoes
—and the soul forbids

(The New Room: 1-15-2025)

A second first date
a telltale sign  
that she’s the hill
my heart to climb

A third first date
the past a blur
my thoughts held captive
entrapped in her

A fourth first date
all time had stopped
her eyes enchanting
the mountain topped

A fifth first date
my world anew
her saving grace
— the words “I Do”

(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)

On a path
of mindless
wander

To hope
is an unwoven
thread

In a life
of restless
longing

Tomorrow
in joy
— or in dread

(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)

Between
Charlie’s
Drums
Keith’s
Guitar
And ****’s
Voice
The story of
Rock & Roll
Is told
Immortalized
— and reborn

(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)

Twenty-five years
of saying the Rosary

Twenty-five years
a promise to keep

A last dying wish
her beads in my hand

Not one day I’ve missed
— or one restless sleep

(The 1st Book Of Prayers: January, 2025)

If not a Poet
what would I be
A soldier, a sailor
a fading marquee

If not a Poet
whose soul would I claim
a saint’s or a sinners
to praise or defame

If not a Poet
which path would I choose
the known or untraveled
which one did Frost use

If not a Poet
what hills would I climb
what bells could I ring
— in place of the rhyme

(Dreamsleep: January, 2025)