words by dominic riccitello

a deep night
i call forth
his name in the divide
i read the pages i scribed
the tears you weep over time
to rhyme your name at the tip of my tongue
sway your rhythm between my begin
our souls twine in the valley at night
lost tunnels of the parallel
our universes collide on hidden truths
hues and broken fuses
we moved like fluid
riding the waves of our bodies music
we were illusive to losing ourselves
in the shadows 
in a broken vision
where lovers lied
doves cried
a muse goes to die
i held your arm in the cold of that spring night
wrote a poem of a man which used to hold tight
it’s tonight and i still can’t seem to find
where i left the love
where the light had gone
when things were right