Evanescence of this summer
It’s a dream the evanescence of this summer,
I refuse to let go off the sky, so perfectly clear.
Blue silence engraves on a lost shadow,walking
on some lonely beach, bones wrapped in suntanned skin.
I glimpse the lights around, the whispers across the sea,
ready for the morning chill to teach me,
how to survive the dead of summer,
how to welcome the snow, tasting like grated cotton.
I look at the waves, but not for long,
I don’t like the “plain” order and “must” rules.
My eyes would rather battle with the twilight,
keeping the warmth left on the long road of shining.
Day and night will become one,
the rain on the streets will reveal the elixir-cure
for the chaos coming in my heart,
because this great season has to finish.
I store every sign, reminding me that
after all you were here,
that I met you, had you, loved you,
even only moments before the end.
I keep my new passion away
from unreasonable fears and I will feel alive
until the next summer decides to appear,
thinking of the last kiss, followed by one salty tear.
© 2010 Broken Sparkles