So many days with blank skies,
tasteless cobalt whirlpools,
radiance in tangerine falling apart and
the sound of my broken heart
beating always the same,
leering at caverns to fit the resonance.
Chasing imaginary trains,
the ground started spinning and
I reached you through rainbows.
In your eyes I found glue for
the clouds of my broken sparkles,
there is no trace of past agony left.
The sun is rising again, almost,
and in your words the world is safe,
I don’t need wall of endless wires.
In your smile I see a line of stars,
in your arms I’ve found the ocean’s touch,
through your kiss I breathe love …
© 2011 Broken Sparkles