MARIA MIRAGLIA

MARIA MIRAGLIA

YOUR GUARDIAN ANGEL

Bound to be your guardian angel

invisible as the air

untouchable as the men's emotions

but close like a green leaf to its branch

so much close to hear your breath

and you the beat of my wings

To be at your side

take your hand

guide your uncertain steps

and alert perceive your sorrows

to dry your tears

Help you to seize the beauty

of a sunset in a summer day

of the seagulls' flights

their twirls in the endless skies

or the sunflowers when

they all together turn

their heads to the sun

And make you listen to

the waves backwash

when silent is all the world around

At nightfall

sing for you old melodies

to make you fall asleep

and watchful protect you

from the nightmares that

can disturb your dreams

Wake you in the morning

gently caressing your face

with the slight touch of my feathers

and listen to you

telling of your night travel

in the unknown land of dreams

Defend you even

from yourself

and make you smile at life

WORDS

Words like butterflies


I see freely fly


proud of their thousand meanings


aware they seem to be


of their might


I’d grab them now


my thought my intimate emotions


carefully to enclose in verses


but spiteful they escape


like air in the hand


quickly they go


sand through hourglasses


Patiently I’ll wait for them


maybe later tonight


they’ll no longer have the wil

l
from bloom to bloom go


In the silence


of my room


the light on


open the window


I’ll invite them and


with a deep insight


slight a breath of inspiration


I’ll pen some lines


It’s in the deafening quiet


of the late hours


that usually they overlap


each of them aspiring


to be protagonist


But turned off the light


the window closed


a few stay on my page caged


the others are there outside


gleaming stars dust


to fill the night air


of secret messages


of things unsaid.

CASTLES IN THE AIR

Dreams arrive

at a slow pace

with nightfall

most of them

sweet but unachievable

They wait for the sky

to be colored of dark and

the stars source

of the brightest light

It's easier to dream

when all is silent

the lamps in the streets

providing a dim light

and in the houses

each in his bed

Almost you can hear

a magic little bell

that ringing tells

"it's time to dream

listen to your heart

awaken the secrets

your soul keeps

so well hidden inside"

If you like it or not

at dawn or a little later

you have to come back

to your reality

a new day to spend

will be there

your castles in the air

like mist dissolved in the sun

MARIA MIRAGLIA

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