If you really miss me …
Are you really here or this is only
the leftovers of someone’s loneliness,
dazzles between a heart’s fire and a logic’s ice?
If I miss you, can I draw the shape of your face,
can I turn the despair into scented lights?
Did I hear you whisper or this is just
the sounds of darkness scraping the dust,
the shadows on my curtainless windows?
If I want you, can I taste your lips or
should I ignore the essence of lust?
And if you miss me, if you really miss me,
will you stare at the sky and its shooting stars,
will you search for passion in this stormy weather
and hope that our last kiss is the one to bring
the wind and the rain in your dreams?
To my silent muse …
“And soon, too soon, we part with pain, To sail o’er silent seas again.”
© 2011 Broken Sparkles