Embrace me upon some Summer field,
as the flowers flow in the wind so intense.
Kiss me upon the green grass of a home
near and dear to my dead heart so wondrous.
Taste of me, as I worship your soul so loving.
for now is the time of my discontent.
To be witnessed as you breathe now so genuine,
an amazing miracle that has saved my soul.
Timothy Michael DiVito c2020
