Ellie belfiglio

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




… AS the wind caresses my face,

AS the gentle whispers in a sacred place,

AS the never-ending  sea stays around,

As it rolls softly upon the ground…

… AT TIMES, sands appear  light years away!

AT TIMES, untold stories have so much to say.

AT TIMES, with all memories of yesterday;

AT TIMES, to be fresh and alive, forever stay…


… SO HAPPY, a child’s laughter fill the sir.

SO HAPPY, knowing no pain, having no care!

SO HAPPY, to be with you with no woe.

SO HAPPY, bring me back my childhood of years ago…

… TO HEAR the sea and its thrills.

TO HEAR how I ran over the hills.

TO HEAR how constant was my past!

TO HEAR how childhood was a blast…

… AT TIMES, there is no guarantee of seeing the shore.

AT TIMES, the sound of sea comes to my ears and roar!

AT TIMES, this is life, we can stay or soar!! …