Buds
Sparrows
Defy cold
Fickle winter
Sensing springs approach
Something man never could
Having lost touch with nature
Too absorbed with things of this world
He is merely along for the ride
Technology and ignorance stunt him
Now he must live as a passenger
Trusting meteorology
A most imperfect science
To decipher nature
While birds and buds thrive
In harmony
with instincts
That man
Lost
~~ Dominic DiFrancesco ~~
Home away from home
Not decorated to taste
But comfortable
TV’s glow, companionship
Another lonely hotel
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
There’s nothing to fear
Death cannot hostage my soul
For it’s immortal
Born and reborn many times
Until reaching perfection
When it is released
Into the Lord’s loving hands
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Speak to me, whisper the tenderest of words
My ears and heart art open to thy love
There is nothing more that needest be heard
This I do vow before God up above
My love, dearest love, thou art more precious than gold
Thy love and life cherished above my own
This I do promise from thy youth to age old
I’ll strive my whole life to have shown
In the stars it was written before time began
Two souls were destined to be one
Our walk through eternity wouldst be hand-in-hand
From dawn until life’s setting sun
I promise to thee my undying love, with God as my witness on high
Sweet and as pure as the snow white dove, committed to thee ‘til I die
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Sun rises orange
Coloring its cloud canvas
Unable to warm
Winter’s hold is ever strong
‘Til spring unleashes its wrath
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~
Virgin snow now black
Whore to man’s road salt and grime
The gutter its grave
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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