Will the words come,
  will the words go

Are they forever,
  how do I know

What do I think,
  what do I feel

Memory escapes
  a spoke off the wheel

Written in blood
  spoken in rhyme

Forever to echo
  forever sublime

Daffodils scatter
  a wolf howls at bay

Nighttime has answered
  —I kneel and I pray

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)