I lived inside her laughter,
  I slept inside her song

I wrote inside her meaning
  —till our wishes all were gone

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2015)

I lived inside her laughter,
I slept inside her song,
I wrote inside her meaning
  —till our wishes all were gone

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2015)

Easily measured,
  not clearly defined

Often lamented,
  more often unkind

Its loss we all mourn,
  searching heaven to find

The time to become
  —a new past to rewind

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

Forever rented,
  never owned

The moment leased
  —the future loaned

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)

Easily measured
  not clearly defined

Often lamented
  more often unkind

Its loss we all mourn
  searching heaven to find

The time to become
  —a new past to rewind

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

Poetry is more than words,
  some is written—some is heard

Often long—yet sometimes short,
  its power shared in strong retort

Questions cry—demanding verse,
with feelings new, still unrehearsed

Its focus like a laser aims,
  at souls that search—time and again

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

Writing verse,
  I dally forth

The hour more stole,
  than loaned

The prose to suffer,
  and stand in line

With time once more,
—deposed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

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)