Ellie belfiglio

When I hear this sound that awakens me, intimidating its way into my cloistered night, I write…




… Tonight from the sky of your eyes

stars rain on my poem, I feel intoxicated.

The white paper of silence invite

My fingers to plant light…

… Love is continuing to make me blush!

The end of road, I overcome.

I, no more, think of the end

Since is now love that I conceive…

… Why should I avoid the night?

Drops of diamond fill the night with spark.

And if anything remains of night

It would be the scent of jasmine in garden…

… Oh, within you, let me get lost!

No one is looking for me, I must.

Blow on my singing eyes

Your burning soul, your flaming heart…

… Oh, let me from this open door

Soar to the night.

While sleeping in the world of dream

Let me go through each door…

… Do you know what I want in this life?

I want to be you, no brawl.

And you be just you in my dream.

Again and again, you I keep…


… What is hidden in me is from sea.

I have no strength to hide from myself.

I wish I could easily say

To you about this turbulent sea!

… Since I am full of you, I desire

To run among all fires of deserts.

To climb all high mountains.

To swim all waves of sea…

… Since I am full of you, I desire

Like a dust to fall at your feet.

To put my hand on your heart.

To become forever your shadow…

… It is the continuing to love

Even the end of road is not that far!

I, no more think of the end

Since beautiful loving I embrace!! …





Author: elliebelfiglio

I am a professor, a poet, an author, and an immigrant. I am the survival of many political and economical hardship. As a political immigrant, it took me a long time to master the English language and to come to terms that I can never see my family again. "THE PARTING FROM MY FAMILY WAS THE BEGINNING OF A FRIENDSHIP THAN THE END OF OUR FRIDAYS!" My autobiography, "THE RAIN STOPS IN TEXAS" was published in 1997 by Eakin Press. It can be found in Amazon. As Ernest Hemingway says, write about something you know, most of my novels are about cultural difference of the old and new and American style of living compare to my home country. My poetry are in all forms. I write as they come to me. My first draft is always my last draft. "THIS IS MY WORLD, WELCOME!" "THANK YOU FOR BEING HERE!"

8 thoughts on ““CONTINUING TO LOVE”

  1. That was beautiful.

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