Is this night of death,
or sincerely the beginning of something joyous
upon an earth running out of time.
Love from your heart freely
upon the romantic night of desirous dreams,
let not the shadow engulf your soul.
Celestial as the night’s stars are
humanity is needed to soar in pure brilliance,
this is how we will survive the pain.
Glory to those who love eternally,
for they are the survivors of the entire world,
they show us how to be truly human.
In a world that is ever changing
the one constant in our lives is love’s power,
until we die. . . love is our heart’s guide.
Across the miles of the universe
the stars cannot outshine it’s true glory,
it comes from the soul of humanity.
Love me, never let me die,
embrace the memories of our faithful hearts,
remember us this way. . . for who we are.
Timothy Michael DiVito c2021