Updated: Dec 11, 2020
Is it true,
beyond the darkness of dreams,
it is just floating about,
looking for a place for redemption.
Your spirit wanders,
among the dead memories of night,
seeking that which,
engulfs its sins of a wondrous life gone by.
Hold me so close,
I stop breathing for mere moments,
taste of my victories,
witness my many defeats so long ago.
A thing of faith,
does it metaphorically exist in us,
a human luxury,
we fail not to tarnish by the seven.
Can we not just,
be a phenomenal epiphany on earth,
so it can breathe,
when our eyes finally close for the darkness.
Timothy Michael DiVito c2020