Ellie belfiglio

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




… How I long for a slow waltz on a sultry, moonless night,

with veranda doors thrown open to the breeze.

With the heavy scent of lilacs and only candle light-

to illuminate the swaying of trees…

… As the violin’s sweet music plays a haunting, soft refrain,

and ghostly, white magnolias scent in air,

my blood flows so heavy like molasses through my veins,

as dreams take flight where once they could not dare…


… Yards of antique satin, my delicate spun lace,

in arms, so strong, I willingly give in-

to the freedom of the music and the thrill of this embrace,

as together, we throw caution to the wind.


… When the ancient oaks call softly, we waltz beneath their arms.

Trading candle light for mossy, muted hues,

where shadows dance upon a mist that thickly hides the dawn,

so our shrouded words stay hidden from all views!

… Now beckon by this unseen hand, entrapped within a veil,

enthralled by notes that dance upon the wind.

Abandon to a destiny where love will never fail!

We waltz into a night that has no end!! …






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!"

10 thoughts on ““ENTHRALLED WALTZ”

  1. Exquisite Poem”, love never fails.”. Hilda and I just returned From Arizona wee celebrated our Granddaughter’s 16th.Birthday.Best regards.Jalal

  2. I liked this poem. Nothing as sweet as dance and love.

  3. Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
    Please read and enjoy the work of a amazing writer.

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