Liberatore Suffoletta

Rookie - 8 Points (July 2,1948 / Pettorano Sul Gizio, L'Aquila, Abruzzi, Italy)

Echo Hill, Colorado - Poem by Liberatore Suffoletta

Echo Hill, the wind sings endless arias
All drift to their nests of sleepy seagulls
Firefly hearts escape from night’s flame
Soaring higher, higher to rejoin love
The happy sated moon swims from dusk to dawn
to rescue the drowning sun
Arising sun sees all that’s sleeping
as the wind begins to sweep
The thin aspens lose their voice while
learning to unfold love
Dancing flames create faces from burning wood
Fire, a fire, all is afire
The silent tears of the sun touch the trees
Dawn puts on a blue dress emptied of stars
Here where the sun climbs a mountain
Here where mauve twilight has empty thoughts
Here where sleepy eyes of birds need cleaning
Here where two golden dogs run free
Here where a magical swirling ship wrecked
on hungry rocks in an ocean of pine trees
Here where lonely flames create fireflies
of disappearing hearts
Here where infinite time starts and stops
Here where clouds play hide and seek
Here where black squirrels somersault
for a forgotten moon
Here where lightning kisses trees of green
Here where my soul gently weeps
Here, you are


Dancing flames leap to paint the sky blue
to be with you
Night takes off a black star filled coat
warmed by dawn to be with you
Pine trees stretch their arms, hiding the moon
to be with you
Thin air breathes a sigh
to be with you
The sun awakes wondering, pulsating,
to be with you
new morning, vita novitas ready to sail
anywhere, the moon waves goodbye
to be with you
the trees are still as their needles inject the new day
with kisses of dreams
to be with you
through the smoke rings fireflies come and go
to be with you
the hill smiles, salutes the sun, namaste,
to be with you
a feather is chased by the sleepy wind
to be with you
a strand that has no end unfurls
to be with you
the arms of the sky slowly raise an orange curtain
from below the horizon of pine trees
to be with you
the sun drops anchor at eternity’s dock
to be with you
A solitary hungry hawk flies overhead chanting
to be with you
The mountain forest stands naked under the sky
to be with you
The smoke of the fire races down a path of rocks
to be with you
All a dream, dreamed one morning long ago
to be with
you…


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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 28, 2009



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