As the sun warms my face,
I recollect memorable times
of joyous explosions of color.
Of journeys to destinations
only dreamt of in my heart,
mosaic sunrises so vibrant.
The soul of wayward man,
yet I carry on into the dawn,
surreal on the sands of time.
Lead me to believe this life
is what you make it naturally,
no head games or false bravado.
Just be human in a human world,
no pretenses, just compassion
for another human being so genuine.
Let the sun warm your cold heart
as you reach out your warm hand
to touch another's frail heart.
Timothy Michael DiVito c2020
