To Light the Spoken Air

Thoughts inflame as feelings stir Words simmer yet to boil Unspoken sparks drift through the night A pyre still to burn Delphian in its natural form The smoke a treacherous friend Words rekindle—lies cremate The Oracle on fire As heat restores the human soul All prodigals return New hope to melt the frozen dawn And free the poet’s hand With letters stacked and dried of doubt Their Muse cries out your name As dark she waits for your next breath —to light the spoken air (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016) ‘Inspired by Roberto Rodriguez’