To Light the Spoken Air

Thoughts inflame as feelings stir, words simmering yet to boil Unspoken sparks drift through the night, a pyre still to fan As heat restores the human soul, all prodigals return With hope to melt the frozen dawn, and free the Poet's hand Delphian in its natural form, the smoke a treacherous friend Ink rekindles—lies cremate, the mind, its woods now bare The verses stack and dry of doubt, their ignition up to you As dark they wait for your next breath —to light the spoken air (Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)