Wednesday, August 15, 2012


by G. Jack Urso


Maura mia, cara mia

when lovers rest their heads

do they dream behind blue eyes

in half-empty beds

do they stir at 2 a.m.

fall asleep and dream again

do they call out in their sleep

and pray someone their soul to keep

Maura mia, cara mia

is what escapes my lips

and then i fall back into sleep

across an ocean so wide . . . so deep

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