Walking the line,
  each step unmeasured and long

Walking the line,
  memories distant and gone

Walking the line,
  time seemed forever to last

Walking the line,
  the future indentured
   —to the past

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2015 )

The gravity of words,
  their truth pulls together

A force field of enlightenment
  —beyond the continuum of time

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

Take a breath,
  affirm your life

Take a step,
  confirm it twice

Your mind reflects,
  as words surround

All time remembered
  —truth unbound

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)

Surging through memory,
  all time was expanded

The past and the future
  —beginning and end

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

Trapped inside a nightmare,
  dying inch by inch

Slave inside a rusted heart,
  feelings chained then lynched

Later now than yesterday,
  earlier than goodbye

Spooled like thread that can’t be sewn,
  the needle asking why

But time contorts, reversing,
  trumpets call you home

Eyes unspoken, voice untouched,
  senses all dethroned

Words on fire with freedom stirred,
  their meaning scorched and bare

A silence brewing louder,
  new light burns through the air

Eleven Angels fly as one,
  and twelfth, you join their throng

With wings now soaring inward,
—time’s grip left dead and gone

(Airplane To Seattle: March 8, 2017)

If you call out loudly,
  the past will find you

The pain but a looking glass,
  all time a shroud

As memory surrounds,
  its prison reopens

Chaining the present
  —locking the future down

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

The performances gone,
  all memory survives

A spirit most willing,
  whose body still tries

All motion much slower,
   directed regret

Intention unwavered,
—times ravage beset

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

Youth takes my hand and holds me back,
  as old age points the way

Unwilling yet to leave this Spring,
  as Winter calls my name

The image in the mirror fresh,
  the one my eyes now see

Of Lochinvar and Lancelot,
   in dreamlike fantasy

The children see me older though,
  their children older still

My spouse afraid I can’t accept,
  what time and seasons will

I hold on tight to wings that splay,
  o’er fields both green and gold

And shun the backstairs of my fate,
—refusing to get old

(Trumbull Connecticut: February, 2017)

If you live long enough
  you can outgrow everything
  even uncertainty and doubt

As the road fades behind you
  and memories compress
  giving you a final way out

Taking you into a magical land
  between two worlds where you
  float in-between

One where you struggled and questioned yourself
  and one made of wishes
  and dreams

All choices abandoned and willed to the past
  the either-or the most cryptic
  of tombs

As you travel within and beyond just yourself
  all past futures
   —time’s sultan of doom

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2018)

Being more than a woman…
  your vision enraptured
  making me more than a man

Being more than a woman…
  my thoughts solely focus
  doing all that I can

Being more than a woman…
  my days are too long and
  our nights are too short

Being more than a woman…
  my ceiling is raised
  with new feelings to court

Being more than a woman…
  my virility strengthened
  my bravery charged

Being more than a woman…
  all pettiness gone
  with my choices enlarged

Being more than a woman…
  your breath is on fire
  your touch turns to gold

Being more than a woman…
  new promises to keep
  vows to never grow old

Being more than a woman…
  past-future rejected
  time stops at your door

Being more than a woman
  our love you’ve protected
  —and released ever more

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)

Fantasy,
  a past remembered

Travesty,
  regret in embers

Sophistry,
  no reason proffered

Majesty,
  the treasure offered

Artistry,
  the future tendered

Modesty,
  true self is rendered

Memory,
  where life is gathered

Presently,
—the time that matters

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

In my heart I knew little of
  the world and all its parts

As I drifted idle and wandered blind,
  through constant fits and starts

My mind reached out beyond its grasp,
  with the questions close behind

As time unfolded upon itself
  —each moment to define

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

Looking in not out,
  the picture cleared

Problems solved,
  both far and near

Motion closed,
  entropic sum

Space inflated
  —time unspun

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

My verse begins
  where logic ends

Escape its mission
  new light to bend

The easy answer
  the convenient close

Now left to others
  by others chose

Each phrase a path
  that leads inside

Beyond where dogma
  schemed and lied

A light there shines
  unto itself

By grace of nothing
  above all else

The music starts
  once halfway in

To cleanse your mind
  of lies and whim

Words join each note
  to dance in song

All time untethered
  —from right or wrong

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2019)

Time waits…
  the handmaiden of love

Love waits,
—only upon itself

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2000)

A great man silenced,
  his voice at rest

Last stanza written,
—as time will test

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

The words better naked,
  the song better clothed

My feelings stripped bare,
  my lyrics exposed

I flash and I streak,
  the melody warms

Now fully unrobed,
—my song to adorn

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)

… a reason to get up
    in the morning

… open to every spirit
    on the wind

… praying for one more
    chance encounter

… ending, where I can
    again begin

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)