Le finestre del Mondo [Windows of the World]A Poem by -Aurelia MirellaA lovely poem that I was fortunate enough to be apart of. So many of these writers are wonderful people, and we've all come together to bring this message to you. :]
Le finestre del Mondo
In frosted glass I stare serene at city scenes on plastic snow And listen to a song so sweet, a tune of peace to all the world The haunting pace of voices past begins to steal my lilting mind As alabaster rivers tremble in the quiet, frozen facade of time Is this the window here? Show me, yes, yes, that's it Yes, I feel it, let me touch the glass, feel it, yes O you're right! I feel December's touch reach in Will you read your poem again...your words be my eyes? I open this window of love here in the Far East Bengal bay And this dull night suddenly turned bright as a shining day This world became one nation, full of elation and serenity I wish this Christmas will bring to this World a lot of prosperity A north wind blows and cold white snow lies upon barren ground As I gaze silently, I recall memories of gaiety and good cheer December's full moon sits proud on his throne wearing his merry crown Enchanting hearts in all parts of the world, windows shine crystal clear Through these windows shine the reflections of my vision A vision of never-ending peace; a bittersweet song of time Frosted joviality descending with the gentle snowflakes Ecstatic temper gliding in the chilly air Oh how the wind brushes my cheeks with its arctic grace And snow so crisp beneath my feet, I need you to embrace Embrace the snowflakes of today and last winter's cheer Start gliding through the icy patches of the forthcoming year Colours from view show Christmas time Warm cosy fires supping warm mulled wine Laughter on faces as giving is warm, and families together happy not torn The day where streets stand still, with just stockings to fill The subtle chill air breathes a silent kiss upon my tender cheek Washing away perennial iniquities on a whisper of this soulful day Sounds of the season dance an elegant waltz of reminiscence Spiriting silent memories across the canvas of my winter’s mind I continue to look through that window of promise as the snow around me swirled My thoughts are filled with hopes of peace, big enough for the entire world The type of peace that everyone would want give and share A peace that begged us to live, to take more breaths of air Here I sit, cradled in warmth, my brother close next to me We talk about gifts, and this and that, and sip our tea This day, this special day, it not only about gifts But our time together is the true thing I never forget Raised expectant faces look to frost-framed, starry skies Heavens mighty panoply enfolds us, as our seeking eyes Gaze in awe with those of Shepherds, Wise Ones, Kings While, through celestial windows, the Choir of Heaven sings From this empty land of deserts baked by unrelenting sun This land to which all peoples of the world in peace have come To huddle at the margin close to water's cooling solace Drought and wind-swept fire is another summer's promise No matter what you feels now, no matter who's your God Close your eyes and whisper for peace and love, oh Lord Moslems, Hindus, Christians, Jews, open your hearts, no fears Pray harder, every nation, for peace and love, not tears Opening my heart to a season of change, that of a spiritual joy, a gift of love A calling to all, shadows a journey for all, following the brightest star of all I close my eyes; I pray we look outside the same window with open hearts Following the spiritual navigation of love, flowing out into the night The windows of the world are draped with Mankind’s dreams Stitched with respectful tolerance and hemmed with hope We’ve woven unity, dear café friends, with love of words Let’s set an everlasting candle on the sill until our meaning’s heard... © 2008 -Aurelia MirellaAuthor's Note
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Added on December 12, 2008Author-Aurelia MirellaVenice, ItalyAboutMi chiamo Aurelia! I live in Venice, Italy, and speak both Italian and English fluently. Writing has been added to the tiny list of addictions I have. Sports, mainly soccer, and art are two others.. more..Writing
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