"Spontaneous Farewells"

Updated: Dec 30, 2020


Untimely my death my soul rises upward

to the top of an inauspicious sphere.

I desire to breathe, to raise me toward,

a place where broken hearts do not appear.


To quickly fill my lungs, empty gasping,

favor me in your dreams with creation,

It is for your love my heart is grasping,

that fills me with passionate elation.


On angel's wings, flights occur frequently.

down upon our world rains faithful concern

Between our souls there is no secrecy,

as we live on our romantic sojourn.


What a living breathing world used be,

before we set each other truly free.


Timothy Michael DiVito c1996


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