Glass with wine, bright and appealing red, sweet wine,
that was my heart full of love.
I gave it to you by all known and accepted rules.
At first just a sip for degustation,
with my breath away, expecting secretly the reaction,
I saw your lips touching the edge of the glass,
the red drops of sin meeting your taste censors.
I saw the green in your eyes sparkling and I knew, you loved it.
-“Please can I have more?”- I heard your voice.
And I filled half of the glass again.
It was like a fairytale to live you feeling the smell, the taste,
the color, the texture … everything with unbelievable grace,
to see you intoxicated in such an elegant way.
-“That’s not enough, please more!”- I had you begging me.
I couldn’t resist and I filled the glass to the top this time.
And then is when the crack came …
I don’t know how? Was the wine too much for the fine glass?
Or my love was extremely strong for your heart?
Either way the sound of broken touched the marble floor,
the bright red was quickly absorbed from the carpet
and the gleaming white became ash of roses.
I closed my eyes in panic, in disbelief.
I heard you saying -” We can get a new glass.”
But no. Don’t. Is not only the glass broken, our dream went blind,
the love is not coming back renewed either.
New dream is knocking and I play there without you,
happy and free, without a trace of broken glass and dreams.
© 2010 Broken Sparkles