To Fly Like A Bird

To fly like a bird

Floating silently above

So close to Heaven

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This would be liberation

And indescribable joy

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Quiet of the Soul

Quiet of the soul

Where we all can become one

With the Divine Spirit

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

In Blissful Silence

In blissful silence

I sit simply listening,

Breathing in the sounds.

Tell me…how long has it been

Since I relished birds singing,

Crickets in summer,

The first flakes of winter’s snow

Wind rustling leaves.

It has been far, far too long

Since I’ve reached out to nature.

Too busy with life,

I seem to have forgotten

What is beautiful.

Perhaps it’s time to slow down

And take in God’s creation.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

O’ The Beauty, the Warmth of the Sun,

O’ the beauty, the warmth of the sun,

The bluest of blue skies, whitest of clouds floating on hidden breezes.

What worries do I have when surrounded by the Divine’s Creations?

Temporal pains hold no sway in the face of Heaven’s glorious perfection.

I gripe over aches, aging, suffering and death

Spending my life in pity over the trivial.

But why?

Is not peace and joy spread out before me,

Have I not been granted five senses for their pleasure?

What has been given proves to be insufficient,

An incessant want pervades my very being.

This ego drives me to horde ever more of the materialistic…

I am weak!

Lying back in the tall green grass I marvel at Heaven,

Watching birds of all variety crisscross its expanse.

Wondering…Perhaps they know the answer,

Living simply and in the moment,

Requiring nothing, but food and shelter.

Wasn’t this what was endowed to us by the Creator, In The Beginning

Until the day our egos drove us to sin.

Maybe it is time I step back,

Taking time to look for that little spark that burns within

…That is God.

 

~~ Dominic R. DIFrancesco ~~

A Tender Kiss I Leave For Thee

A tender kiss I leave for thee

Upon thy cheek when you wake,

This day I leave on turbulent sea

Where chances are thy lover take.

 

Sheddeth not a sorrow-filled tear

Thine heart belongs the thee through time,

Though watery grave my end I fear

‘Tis enough to know thine heart is mine.

 

Pray for thee my lover pure

In this our night of last embrace,

Though parted love survives I’m sure

In memory of thy angelic face.

 

Thine smile comforts as farewell I bid, for journey toward mysterious lands,

Thy strength in sorrow thou surely hid, as gently you kiss my trembling hands.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

You Must Dare To Dream

You must dare to dream

If you’re ever to succeed

Find your happiness

It’s not about the money

It’s about satisfaction

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

50 Word Story: Lovers Dance

Her ruby red lips speak volumes in their silence, parted and warm to the taste.  Nothing more in the throes of passion do I need to be fulfilled as skin glistens upon skin.

Natural and beautiful, this lovers dance enshrined in antiquity shall spin on until the end of time.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Searching for True Love

Searching for true love

Can consume you like quick sand

Do not allow it

Take time…open yourself up

The risk is worth the reward

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Feelings of Despair

Feelings of despair

Brought on by this hectic world,

Hopelessness abounds.

Could our connectedness be to blame;

Glowing screens of every shape and size?

Even in sleep there is no rest

For the modern mind will not quiet.

Discerning truth from fiction is ever more daunting

With the right and left screaming for attention.

I’ve forgotten what silence is like,

No notifications, no ringing, no television

…A simpler time.

Could it be time to power off

Leaving all things electronic black and lifeless?

It’s undeniable that those times were happier,

That families talked and people listened.

We walked with our heads up and smiles on our faces

Instead of head down and into poles.

Maybe twenty four hour news, tweets and likes are a cancer

Feasting on our teetering sanity.

I am a realist, I know the past is the past

To which we will never return,

But maybe a little self imposed downtime is in order

Just for a bit of nostalgia.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

In Your Loving Eyes

In your loving eyes

I find the peace I’ve longed for

Perfect companion

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~