Heavy is my heart
My childhood memories
Flood into my nights
I’m worried I will forget
As my dreams, with passing time
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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My heart is weary
Sad, weak and uninspired
Void of blood and ink
Rest–elusive, but I must
For fear of its permanence
~
~~Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~ -
In this sea of blowing sand
I am but a speck seemingly insignificant.
In this vast and ever moving ocean
I am but a drop of water, nearly unrecognizable.
In this massive forest, thick and green
I am but a leaf, one of many that will wither and die.
In this blinding ivory white tundra
I am but a crystal of ice lost amongst the multitude.
In this throng of disparate humanity
I am but one in this crowd of my brothers and sisters.
But am I really this infinitesimal?
I think not because I choose to believe otherwise!
I am a creator,
I am the center,
I am significant
I am recognizable,
I am unique as a grain of sand,
A drop of water,
A single leaf,
A crystal of ice.
I am who I choose to be!
Beholden to no one but myself.
I am the light of my world,
Creating my life ,
As I choose it to be.
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Twilight’s eggplant sky
Whisked with the breath of Angels
~~ Heavenly canvas
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Hearts in fondness through distance do grow
Realizing in separation what for granted they take.
Something only two true lovers would know,
The commitment to each other the couple did make.
.
Irrational though sometimes the heart may appear
It knows what it wants without the logic of mind.
Enveloping in love the one held most dear
Just as it did at the beginning of their time.
.
Fickle they say is the lovers true love;
Blind to the dangers that lurk just beyond.
Intentions more pure than the whitest of doves,
Laid bare for the unfaithful their heart to abscond
.
Though pitfalls abound on this journey of the ages,
Not one thing would I change as this book turns its pages.
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Windchimes play their tune
At the conductor’s pleasure
~~ Nature takes a bow
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~ -
Those who quickly judge
Can miss the greatness in life
That stands before them
Like ostriches in darkness
With their heads stuck in the sand
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
