Drip drop the moonlight goes …

Drip drop the moonlight goes …

“How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank.
Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music
Creep in our ears; soft stillness, and the night
Become the touches of sweet harmony.”

~ Shakespeare

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Moonlight drops

In the breeze of summer
I find the foreshadows of heaven.
I long, but only a whisper I can hold.
In a piece from the sky and a jasmine scent
there is always another sunny day,
brimming fragrance of a rose bouquet.

In the leftovers of rain
I find the herald of loss and pain.
I run, but the concrete slips away.
In a dripping mist and a deplete rainbow
there is always a message to decipher,
lipstick scribbles on a tantalizing mirror.

In the drops of the moonlight
I caught the sight of your unknown face.
I shine, but only a short rapture I take.
In the afterglow and your embrace
there is always the hazard of gazing at love,
the pine to see you stay for one more day.

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© 2011  Broken Sparkles


Love was walking …

Love was walking …

Walking with the drizzle,
watching the drops of rain
mixing with the noise of hope,
leaving the irrational fear,
the intruder of my dreams
helpless, blind, disorientated,
begging for mercy, for help.

My heart before cringing,
now growing confident,
my eyes once looking weak,
now glowing and dark green.
Miraculous glitter touching
the rainbow behind the clouds,
smiling to strangers at the park,
chasing the fatigue, flowing away.

And then … Stillness.
Beauty flooding my body
and mind, because love was
walking next to me,
encouraging my heart beat,
whispering secrets to passion,
showing me your face
in the crowd of thousands.

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© 2011  Broken Sparkles

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