Sleep amongst the stars
Lover’s eyes gaze upon you
What awaits beyond
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Sleep amongst the stars
Lover’s eyes gaze upon you
What awaits beyond
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Universe above
How can we think we’re alone
Is there life out there
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Stars, an audience–they look down and laugh,
We stare back jaw slacked, eyes of wonder.
How foolish they must find us,
Our mountains out of molehills;
Stressing and straining over our tiny little lives.
Nothing mortal could compare to that of the universe!
Keeping all of those glorious stars twinkling,
Brightening the slate black sky.
How tired the heavens must be
Inspiring romance, hopes, dreams,
The joining of lovers,
Receiving only occasional recognition.
What do we give in return?
Nothing–we continue to take
Just as we have always done,
Just as we will always do.
Perhaps the stars look upon us as the children we are.
Spoiled yet naive to the ways of this world.
To these sages we look for heavenly guidance
Offering prayers for blessings imagined.
This is in our nature
Looking for the Divine in that which we cannot touch.
Who has not looked skyward and begged for mercy,
Beckoned for release from an ill fate,
Cried out for intervention?
We think ourselves the center of all,
Master of our domain–independent, indestructible
Until we are overwhelmed, broken and drowned in tears.
Then we look out upon the vast audience above
Putting on the grandest of shows for their pleasure,
Hoping, praying for accolades
And furtherance from the stars.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
This journey followed
One created for myself
Existed within me
Born before my date of birth
In the universal mind
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
By D. R. DiFrancesco
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Who am I
Did not my spirit exist be for me
Perhaps not in this form,
Though most surely it did exist.
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The things I am are not new to me
My essence existed at the beginning
Conception did not create it nor can death destroy it
So who was I before.
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Maybe a river running through Africa
A blue whale navigating the seas
Or maybe a playful butterfly flying on high
Could not part of me have existed in all of these.
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In this I find comfort
The body being merely a vessel
Temporary and dispensable on loan from the earth
To be gladly returned upon passing.
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The energy that is me remains
Free of this vessel
Free to become whatever the universe deems fit
Glorious and unhindered by my physical being.
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There is peace in thoughts of this
Knowing I have always been and will always be
Could this be the eternal life spoken of in religion
Whether of God or of nature, we may never know.