Journey on the road ahead
Behind the curtains of immortality
angels cry for the time gone,
for the moments left in albums alone.
I wear bruises looking back at mornings
with electric lilac and summer snow, agonizing
over lost triumph and lust, burning moonstones.
Living alone in legends of whispers,
sealing the shadows of serpents in envelopes,
a vow to the bright sun is silently dedicated.
The imperfection of yesterday I will ignore
to immerse into the light of secret mist,
as long as I have a journey on the road ahead
© 2012 Broken Sparkles