Mary Fumento

And I will let you sink
Deeper, deeper into me
Channeling the depths
Navigating the chasms

Until you strike the core
And rest at the heart of me

There you will always lie
Becoming part of the sea
As sand gently washes over
Covering every facet of you

Disguising features and face
Until buried, you let me be
- Mary O. Fumento, 2007

In the snow, we start over
The world is fresh and new
No traces of where we were
No memory of who was who

In morning light of wonder
All peaceful, silent, white
The darkness buried in ice
Its cry covered in quiet
- Mary O. Fumento, 2007

 If the words could only
Take away the pain
Or fill the emptiness inside
But they do not heal any wounds
Or make any hearts complete

 So I must bear myself alone
In silence
- Mary O. Fumento, 1984

I had it all wrong,
you see;
the burden was meant
to be.

It was not
that he stalked,
not that he took.

It was that the decision
was left to me.
- 1999, Mary O. Fumento

Built upon the sand
Caressed by moonlight
Proud and strong in the night
Washed away before dawn by angry waves
- Mary O. Fumento, 1983

Your dreams and hopes
Are based on the love
Of the people around you
Their belief in you
And all you are and will beYou and I are not alone
But tied irrevocably
For nothing happens within a vacuum
What transpires is a reaction
Of your ideas embracing mine
- Mary O. Fumento, 1997

Do you hear her calling
How well she knows your name
You recognize her softness
And realize why she came
Embrace the serenity she offers
Listen to the psalm she sings
She leads from a place of sadness
And away from all of the suffering
If you look closely you will recall
That you were with her very long ago
You gladly return to warmth and tranquility
The most gentle place you’ll ever know
- Mary O. Fumento, 1996

The silken folds
A treasure enclose
And embrace a soul
A display of love Bulbs caress the stems
With their fragrance

The miles will fade
And the years erase
As if nothing had changed
Your heart remains
- Mary O. Fumento, 2000

The wind whispers when it is cold
Trees are white and windows frosted
A hush covers all
Peaceful, silent
Winter whispers as snowflakes drift
- Mary O. Fumento, 1984