Tomorrow is another day,
but I shall not witness the event.
My eyes shall close,
becoming a ghost on the horizon
of all that is celestial.
My star shall no longer shine.
A shadow behind the moon of dreams,
not shooting across the Northern sky.
I shall not set in the West,
or rise in the East.
I shall be loveless and inhuman.
In the dark of my wandering spirit,
alone in the dawn of death’s touch.
With no hope. . . is there faith,
With no love. . . is there humanity,
With no sky. . . are there stars to shine.
Or is the universe filled with desperate romances,
in the dead of night, ever blacker.
Let the world understand for sure,
without love. . . there is no life.
Timothy Michael DiVito c2021