Waiting for forever

“Everyone is waiting for cooler weather and I am just waiting for you …” ― Suze Rotolo

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… the sun has been away for days and now, it seems so strange how the gold, lily-livered rays sneak through the silk of the curtains to give a shy kiss to the black marbled floor. It seems strange that the sunrise holds the sound of violins and words, the words that died drowning in rain and tears. The numbness of the loneliness is gone and listening to David Garrett  brings only smiles, but I still miss your “Good morning”, one bed, two bodies tied with worship; I still miss your eyes and the moon that trembles dazzling, when I was only a wave in the sea, following the reckless glow of love …

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“Waiting for forever” – Blaga Todorova

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© 2012  Broken Sparkles

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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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Adagio

“But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.”

~ Kahlil Gibran

Adagio

by Blaga Todorova

between melodies and lyrics,
between beats and strings
touched by the fever of lovers passion
and sweetly bruised lips,
bright, burgundy music
stirred in white roses and in longing
moves like a sultry wind.
for every second of a burning day,
for every ray of moonlight
and every time a candle follows a dawn
and with every breath that I gasp, aching,
I miss the sound of your heart,
the trails of hands in my memories
and on my skin.

a humid fantasy, as if you are
next to me or at least your shadow
and inside a soft, artistic, sugary laughter
like a river under a melting snow,
like a  gravitating summer
in the rhythm of fragile voices,
like a crystal picture frame
surrounding two happy faces,
when there is a promise
for an amaranthine night,
and there is a song of flowers
growing blind but beautiful,
and an absence of rhymes
in the distant whispers,
or maybe just blurs
out of a Persian poet’s mind.

but the truth is,
the stars once reflecting inevitably
in the green of your eyes,
the mystery constantly leading
the logic away from the silk bed,
the feeling of togetherness
almost reaching out an altar,
demand, daring, to bring back
the last kiss survived,
and there is a chaos of questions
trying to hurt the air,
and a pas de deux never meant to end,
and a luminous harmony in a forgotten adagio.

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© 2011  Broken Sparkles

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