To Guide Me Within

Dreams carry me across a mysterious land Where the voice of my fathers so gently commands It echoes quite softly in words only sung A joyous recital, rewoven and spun I never can stay there, I’ve begged till I weep And with barely a whisper, I’m roused from my sleep But when darkness befalls on my world once again A new dream will come calling —to guide me within (Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2016) The Torch Not cute or in genre, in tune or in tone A message drives forward, the muse casting stones Untimely, eternal, her voice speaking fast My pen now a torch —the darkness is past (Barnes & Noble-Plymouth Meeting Pa: January, 2016)