The Sun, Moon and Stars

The sun, moon and stars

Watch wide-eyed in amazement

Foolishness of man

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

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Even the Sun Rests

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Even the sun rests

Laying down at the end of day

Welcoming the moon

Never have they competed

Each knows its role in nature

 

When their time is over

They take solace in their work

And a job well done

Perhaps man could learn something

If he just paid attention

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

I’d Forgotten The Serenity Of the Vicious Sea

I’d forgotten the serenity of the vicious sea;

Her frothy mane as it spreads itself upon the shore

Gracefully stroking me, drawing me into her loving embrace.

To touch her, to feel her supple skin beneath my hands;

Soft yet strong as it glides effortlessly away from the shore,

I am captivated by her beauty.

The shimmer of her eyes blinds both sun and moon,

They are no match for her diamond soul,

Nor am I as she swallows the sun as it sets.

In dark of night I can hear her calling across her sandy expanse

The path of the moon dancing from wave to wave

Revealing how miniscule I am under heaven

Just as the grain of sand swept from shore.

I smile as if one with the earth and sea

Flowing effortlessly from here to there.

O’ how I had forgotten how beautiful the sea,

How beautiful the soul,

How beautiful and how temporary this life;

Until she reminded me of what I am.

 

~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

As The Moon Rises

As the moon rises and the sun bids a fond adieu,

As the final shafts of amber day fade to black,

There is a gentle stillness that overcomes earth and man,

One that’s existed since time began.

Our winged friends song falls on silent deaf ears,

Replaced by the somber tune of cricket and cicada.

The rustling of leaves ring vivid to the senses,

Once undetectable amongst the chaos of the day.

Even the lowly housefly finds solace in dusk

Vanishing from sight with nights approach.

Simple is this time where rest encroaches

Though absent of life it is not.

Those of nocturnal bend do rise,

As they live the fullest of lives amongst the shadows.

The lonesome and distant howl echoes in the night,

The song of the owl a signal to impending prey.

These embraced as a welcome tune

Sing me to sleep under starry sky.

Nature–peaceful in all its glory is my lover,

Holding me in her tender arms until we rise with the dawn,

To kiss the newest day.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~