Divorce not an option,
vows to remain

The altar enmired,
betrothal reclaimed

Children all lettered,
their offspring to spin

My nuptials enduring
—faithful within

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

The wingless eagle
went to the party of the owls
with his own wisdom
Intimidating the impostors
of the night
with his past glory
Exposing the shadows
of their dark indulgence
—with a killers eye

(Stone Harbor New Jersey: January, 1992)

What you first come to learn
when emotions are raw

Bakes time eternal,
old men to recall

Before holy baptism
and the mirrored decree

Lasting impressions
—of what’s meant to be

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

Looking down,
I’ve been so lucky

Looking up,
still more to know

Fortune smiles,
the road still open

Steeper yet
—but blessed to go

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

You came when I limped and lost direction
Stuttered as if all of this was fake
When the lantern of life no longer illuminates
Under the moon that only reminds me of a warm memory

Then the touch came as if finding a speck of light in the darkness
Guided me through all the memory gates that have ever been engraved in my mind
That's where I fell asleep to the beauty
Lulled leaving the earth until I reached a point of belief

For a moment I was lulled, that's where this self was dropped
You are not a light, but only an illusion that comes to refract this pain
Instantly all of that disappeared, only leaving an impression on the heart
Which may not be easily erased

You're not the one who guides me through the memory gates
Thank you for taking me further wandering in memory
Just go, in the deepest recesses of my heart I forgive
There was never love, but stories

Betrothed within,
making love to ourselves

Pledging new vows,
to seal every tryst

Promises buried,
a marriage unseen

Wedding bells ring
—ever silent and deep

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

Decisions that last forever…
choices made every day

To commit with our hearts,
our heads in the wind

—the difference for Poets to say

(St. Mary’s Montana: August, 2020)

The right to remember,
the right to recall

The right to uncover,
the right to forestall

The right to nostalgia,
the right to look back

The right to remember
—the right to retrack

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

You can only live  
in the time you’re given

The past and the future,
a false consorting

Looking inside and blinding
yourself

—to tomorrow and yesterday

The magic contained within
each fleeting moment

—until it’s gone

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)

Attack, attack…
leaving no room for fear

Charging ahead,
driving the past behind

Fate in a coma,
never really dead

Lying in wait
—for that final misstep

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)