Voice of singing bowl
Heavenly source for healing
Soothing vibration
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Voice of singing bowl
Heavenly source for healing
Soothing vibration
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Deeply I reach into the inner well
In search of peace and love.
Picking it up from where it fell
I push it back up with a shove.
Caught up in emotion of circumstance,
Surrounded by sadness and gloom.
Needing to take a more positive stance
Away from feelings of impending doom.
Emotions running far too high,
My health will be paying the price.
If I don’t allow my anxiety to fly
The outcome won’t be so nice.
So time, it has come to put anger away and connect with the spiritual me,
Hoping this time it will come home to stay and at last I’ll be finally free.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Do I dare walk this twisted mile
Beneath the sway of the weeping willow canopy.
An aire of pecan and clover
Floats on a warm moist wind,
Hypnotizing my senses.
Lured like steel to magnet
I saunter on my dream swept way.
Grassy fields cropped to a dandy’s perfection,
Paint a canvas of green
Dimpled with the smiling faces of daisies.
In the distance,
The silhouette of a weary plow horse
Pinches the emerald horizon,
As it grazes to reinvigorate.
With each yard strode,
A cloud of dust, summoned by my wake
Climbs to the heavens,
Whisked skyward by the tepid breeze.
Stricken by the silence,
Only the swirling song of Morning Doves for company,
I reminisce of a time before my time.
What simplicity in this wanton beauty,
If only this were home.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~