MARIA MIRAGLIA

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

LIFE AND DEATH

I crossed the time

among mists cold winters

and sun-drenched mornings

observed the blue skies

where stars smiled at each other

from afar

saw flocks of birds arrive

from distant lands

and leave when the leaves

began falling down

admired red sunsets

and pearly sunrises

quickly following each other

and get lost

in the night of the time

new lives have crowded

the streets of the world

like multicoloured flowers

blooming in spring

and many peter their vital energy

like glowing candles

oblivious of their consumptions

in the very act of their burning

how many more the seasons

that will come

of how many of them

will I still admire the colours

and smell the scent

until the Angel of Death comes

and snatches me from life

it's for a long time

his journey began

since my first cry

in the welcoming arms

of my mother

but

will his step be slow

or fast will he ride his black steed

@ Maria Miraglia

IN THE SILENCE

It almost scares me

this intimate feeling of peace

deep penetrating

that gives the sense of suspension

of detachment

Noises and anxieties

seem to have vanished

in the sweet air

of  the summer eve

But a sudden thought

like the hoarse cawing

of a crow

among goldfinches

merrily twittering

disturbs my quietness

How long will it last

I wonder

while

in the silence

the fright of the elusive

of the unpredictable

poisons the air

And the fear

of impending storms

destroying the garden of roses

with care cultivated

over the time

invades my mind and spirit

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MARIA MIRAGLIA