When the valley curves in lavender
under the twilight blood, I fear
that the stardust of your eyes
will remain forever in my veins,
to tarnish the knot of brittle dreams,
keeping the monsoon clouds away.
When the last words vanish, nebulously,
behind the metal doors of pain,
I know, the adieu will flutter,
dying dismally on my lips and
only the fragrance of your kiss
will hold distant the ocean of sins.
And when the echoes of the dawn
find me alone, with drizzling heart
over the ink in the letters of your name,
I wish I could save the piece of moonlight
over the velvet shadows of laughter and
ecru, rose petals that you gave me.
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© 2012 Broken Sparkles