“A chance for a simple kiss …”
What absurd desires to create,
what transparent déjà vu to insert into the light,
to ferret out the life remaining in your heart,
weightless and pale beats over ebony eyelashes?
What angels to claim, what fairies, foreboding
a quixotic kiss and a sundown with you,
to knit on the edge of my patience /for pure asylum/
to take back the artistry in your smile,
the lush of sage in your eyes?
Assume the distance could stop
the howling and the weeping, forever,
and the ocean could swallow the rust
in the hours measuring the pain.
Suppose air- balloons could erase
the agony of the sunburned skies
and on my knees I could make a wish
and give it wings, feathers of freedom.
Imagine I could hike through
a blizzard of ash and petals, I could
reword the secrets in the Arabic letters…
What then? Will you finally hear me?
Can I take the risk and leave destiny
to amble endlessly with the winds?
Oh, let what I bring, lounging on my hands, in,
accept the naked moon shivering tonight,
seek the promises sliding on her curves.
Let me, then, be what I am, what I will always be,
beyond stars and seasons, above ethereal reasons,
without a doubt, fragrantly in love with you.
© 2011 Broken Sparkles