When the sky cries
An echo is heard
The circling mists seek
And long for comfort
When the sky cries
I weep for you
- Mary O. Fumento, 1997
Archive for March, 2009
Rainstorm
Sunday, March 15th, 2009Corridors
Sunday, March 15th, 2009Take your polluted air, tainted water
Embrace your filthy, cowardly spawn
Who roam like hounds the ravaged streets
Retrieve those angry, hateful pawns
Who prey relentlessly on their own
And leave the night, sweet and clean, to me
Recall the littered, tortured rivers
With a million poisoned lives
Find those cruelties which you allowed
And take them all from me
Retreat with the spoils you stole
And give me back the night
- Mary O. Fumento, 1988
La Sirene (The Mermaid)
Sunday, March 15th, 2009Prisoner of the waves
Cherishing the sacred air
While trapped amid the sea
Beseeching the floating clouds
With eyes of glistening green
And stroking the relentless water
With tiny, ivory hands
And wishing for wings instead of scales
Even the gulls can touch the sky
But you remain forever bound
To the creatures of the deep
Drawn below by an invisible chain
That stretches into eternity
And clamps your soul like a fist
Forbidding you from other world
And sailing on the wind
A ride on the current of freedom
Only your sighs fly towards heaven
- Mary O. Fumento, 1988