It is of the night
this thing called love,
in shadows of despair
in the mist of apathy
hiding. . . . yet seen
by those with broken hearts.
Caress me to sleep
as I lay in my crimson river,
from shattered dreams
upon a lonely night,
kiss, sweet kiss so tender
of desire. . . . so passionate.
No one can truly savor it
except those romantic. . . .
those intimate few dreamers
who grasp at straws,
trying to discover what
will eventually find them. . . .
if they stop looking, and feel.
Timothy Michael DiVito c2019
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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