Ellie belfiglio

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




I had a dream.

I was a tiny star in stream.

In the vast velvety night,

I was golden rays of light.

From dawn’s awakening bliss

I was crystal of a kiss


On the petal of a budding rose,

A special gift I was with my pose.

Wrapped in bright red bow,

I was reflection of a glow!

Of the moon’s silvery beam,

I was hope, destiny and a little gleam.

Then I woke up seeing a beam,

And understood that I was all but a dream! …





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 ““MOON’S SILVERY BEAM”

  1. Reblogged this on mysuccessisyoursuccess and commented:
    We are but stars in the sky ,we shine like diamonds ,then when time comes we flash and enter a different world.Jalal

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