“Only Glorious Silence”
My soul is pale
as the moonlight on a dying night,
its shimmer has vanished
by way of shattered dreams on the wind.
I taste not of love’s kiss,
but of death’s embrace so desolate,
do not follow me, for where I am traveling, death shadows me.
No grace of touch
for that of a wandering man void of heart,
as haunting as a diamond less night,
my silhouette is of calm, dead skies.
With no mosaic sunsets,
no human embrace to bask in nightly,
as I journey down onyx pathways
I see the barren wasteland. . . .
tempting to a soul once inhabited.
Timothy Michael DiVito c2003