My eyes were diverted
  my mind taken back

Her presence upon me
  her breath down an attack

There’s no sense in running
  with no place to hide

Although rare in the daylight
  her message alive

My pen comes out quickly
  and drawn like a sword

Each word spoken plainly
  and pointed toward

My life now a capsule
  exploding like hail

The light towing blindness
  the comets new tail

Last phrases are written
  my senses return

I feel her leave slowly
   my pen it still burns

I look down at the page
   to see what I wrote

The handwriting foreign
  familiar once spoke

   “Your life but a dream
     between wisps of my breath

   “Once spoken inside you
     beyond life and then death”

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2018)