Soaring freely in the universe
enables me to envision
dreams to come true like shooting stars.
Yet as I fly to close to the sun
my wings are singed,
leaving me spiraling towards earth.
To close to the sun gets you burned,
sometimes beyond compare,
as you fall memories flash before your eyes.
Never to see the light of day
to an earth already out of chaotic control.
Hopefully I will burn up upon re–entry
in the planet’s atmosphere,
never to witness the degradation of life,
like so many burned bridges
once leading to hope,
shattered hearts never to see the light of day.
Yet turning an empathetic blind eye
on the bonfire of man’s folly,
will only set ablaze our very human souls.
Hold out your hand in the universal black
desperately grasping at dreams,
the brass ring of a dying race on the fringe.
Timothy Michael DiVito c2021