The smile of a moon and some green eyes

The smile of a moon and some green eyes

I stared at the moon last night,
her full, silver smile
tickling the shy sky
and I thought,
she must’ve seen you,
somewhere,
walking along Arroyo Seco
or camping,
by Lake Tear of the Clouds;

Your eyes
in green and sparkles,
locking virgins and darkness
in flames, fierce,
and those lips,
musings for the skin;
your hands,
binding sunsets and memories
of a past in oblivion.

Seasons have changed, twice,
from the blooming sour cherries
to the summer rain,
from the lush grapes in vineyards
to the window crystals
carving winter life,
I’ve lost the count on
nonsense and lonely nights,
on loves dying without
honesty and candle lights,
but I still remember
the shade of green in your eyes.

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To Alex …

Blue Moon on Layoutsparks.com

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© 2012  Broken Sparkles

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Ink and silence

 A thousand lights had made me colder…

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Ink and silence

With an afterglow of a firefly, with a cry of a wolf,
with feet on fiery rose petals,
with clandestine whispers, bitterly cutting the time,
I leave the fibers of fragmented words
to the anger of wounded snowflakes,
revengeful, mourning my drained voice.

I abandon the verses to the shadows,
into the hidden chambers of poetry,
I behold the lulls in the blue-eyed abyss,
forgotten fairytales and hundred absurd days,
I drown in syllables, damp with passion,
to live again the faraway love of a mermaid.

Like ravens hunting the death
in my sinking I ravage the ashes of letters,
the reflections of virgin mirrors twist my power
and I give in to the hands of creativity,
dark magic and lips of paper incubus,
only to design a new sound for every lonely heart.

And here I am, on the wings of raw scars,
one with the resistance of a blight fragrance,
feeding on the ignition of answers,
silent in the dreams with ink and angels.

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La pluma by Diego on Flickr

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© 2012  Broken Sparkles

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