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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