My days are coming to an end,
no more rising or setting of the sun,
no more romantic moonlit nights,
just the darkness of my closing eyes.
Just to kiss a pretty girl one more time,
to taste of her intimate sweetness,
to walk, to talk of love's epiphany,
just one last time before I go dark.
One last walk upon Indian Hill in October,
to breathe crisp air on the wind of time
this is where I need to be before I go,
go into the black of the dark of death's door.
To cuddle close on a cold Winter's night
with the lady of my infinite dreams,
holding onto to your romance so genuine,
nothing phenomenal, just real of heart.
These elusive moments evade my grasp
like sweet love was elusive all along,
when I yearn to learn of my soul's dreams,
my hope is the key I hold in my spirit.
Timothy Michael DiVito c2020
I have been writing poetry for 44 years. I began writing poetry when I was 15 years old and to this date I have written over 16,000 poems. I have had poems published in The San Fernando Journal, The Rag Mag, WYRD, The Cultural Reverence(e-magazine) and in Kiiroo(e-magazine), Mobius and the World Peace Anthology. I have over 1000 poems published in all. I also have a poetry page on Wix.com entitled anemotionaljourney.com. I also have written a Science Fiction/Fantasy novel entitled "The Blue Sphere" and I am currently working on two other books at the present time. One is entitled "The Angel and the Witches and the other is "Once Upon A Halloween"
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