Even On The Grayest Of Days"

It is the setting of the sun,

the closing of my eyes

for an eternity of gray days.

No more mosaic sky

above the green grass of home,

now brown and withered.

No taste of honey lips

of sweet excitement,

now a butter pill to swallow.

No glistening midnights

above the romantic serene world,

empty of sweet tenderness.

The sun hides behind the moon

the night bleeds into the day

you aspire to save me from shadows.

My eyes gaze upon your smile,

I again feel hope in our universal love

surviving even on the grayest days.

Timothy Michael DiVito c2020

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