MARIA MIRAGLIA

MARIA MIRAGLIA

EXTRANEOUS ROOM

You turn back

while not from far away

I’m following you

Sitting now

in that chair

of an extraneous room

white and grey its walls

like the clouds outside

in this cold autumnal morning

hanging a small painting

of the Virgin

there silent since ever

and people from the beds

observing curious

You look at me

and I get close to you

and see mute tears flowing

from your eyes

I'd hug you

hold you tight

cherish you

with the nicknames

of our moments together

among the friendly walls

which have seen you grow

Agitated my soul motions

like when of a sudden

the wind comes

to shake the leaves

among the shivering branches

and you can hear their whispers

as accelerated heartbeats while

carried away by the wind breaths

I take your hand

and you smother your torment

pretending to feel good

and I to believe you

@ Maria Miraglia

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CLOUDS

When at summer nights

along the golden shores of the seas

in the light of the full moon

lovers whisper

their promises of eternal love

the willows tops

silently bent on them

to listen to their tender words

that light hover in the air

and begin dancing

lulled by the mild winds

filled the air with their sweet sounds

The angels there

open their wings to bring them higher

to the white clouds

that like ivory caskets

welcome them as precious pearls

and stay still

curious to observe

men on earth

But, as in a magic

when lovers break their promises

the sky darkens

the clear white clouds

become dark and grey with pain

flounder bursting with anger

the sweet words of love

turn into raindrops

to beat against the roofs and windows

of the homes

to remember people

to be faithful to love

By Maria Miraglia

THE MOON

I get close to the window

of my lonely room and

with my hand shape a circle

on the fogged glass

to see outside

some lampposts dimly enlighten

the deserted avenue where

a stray cat is in search of a shelter

and  the leaves of the alders

seem to tremble

in the wind

faintly come from afar

the noises of the cars

still coming and going

The moon and her flickering maidens

framed in the great canvas

spread their white light

while watching over the men’s dreams

how many the  secrets they keep

of us  on earth and

our troubled lives

night after night

with synchronous rotation

never tired

never complaining

to follow the celestial order

over and over again

MARIA MIRAGLIA