Cinderella’s arc

Cinderella’s arc

Another day with charm
and elegance of simple life,
insignificance with strawberries
dancing in white chocolate.
Another smile kept in the album
of a lost soul, to retain peace,
to lock any disobedience in a sigh,
to ally with feverish lips.

In between the beauty of the last
summer and the memory of
this wintry rain and today
I found a dream,
a desire for tomorrow’s dawn,
for the sunset before dark,
to be a lovely game of clouds,
playing with bright,
blue light in front of
the innocent sun.

And today,
ignoring the fuss around,
I closed my eyes and
I saw you with a map
and a bag full of love,
on the road to me,
in a hurry to reach me
before I disappear in the night,
before I stand,
facing Cinderella’s arc,
in dim and silence to ask …

Will I ever find a
way out of the mirage?
An escape far, faraway?
Will I survive the ash
from the hearth?
Is there a key for the stairs down?
Is there a chance to see you
saving me, before I loose
the crown?

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"Cinderella" by Danapra on deviantart.com

© 2011  Broken Sparkles


The last in the monarchy of lions

Royal love

In the time of silence, when dimness is all I see,
you can make me believe the world is maybe royal.
Across the bed with silk and mirrors, where lies my pride,
you may convince me I’m the last in the monarchy of lions.

If the edges of my ivory gown touch the ballroom floor,
you can turn into ashes my crystal crown, let my hair flow down.
And when the neon in your eyes set in flames my naive heart,
I can even let you call me a Queen, I can accept your endearment.

But in mornings with coffee, when the sound of traffic is all I hear,
don’t say a word, don’t send me orchid petals in envelopes.
When your voice is just an echo in the distance, I tremble under
the spell of my own world, for I can only be a lady, but never royal.

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"Eleanor of Aquitaine" by elsasofiaprisi on deviantart.com

 

 © 2011  Broken Sparkles