Does he dream of me?

Does he dream of me?

I wish I was in his eyes,
the unknown color of his world,
to see what can make him think
of summer, when the night is gray.

I wish I was the perfect line,
shaping his lips, to hear if
his voice will spread
enchanting fragrance.

I wish I was the velvet
covering his hands,
to discover what will be if
his finest touch and
a lonely rose get to dance.

I wish I could figure out,
why his soul is sculptured
out of darkness, why his
vision in a mirror brings
so many delusions?

Why his silence conquers me,
when I see the demons in his world,
the dragons that rule his existence?

I wish I could be the blood
pulsing in his veins, to be on my way
to his heart and in between
adrenaline and sweet pressure,

to find out, if I could only find out …
Does the mystery in him
think of me? Does the secret
in him ever dream of love?

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“Someone like you” by Martin Stranka on deviantart.com

© 2011  Broken Sparkles


Questions

Troubled

Why wasn’t I in Belfast?
And since when Cinderella
throws her shoe into a spam box?

Who left the post office closed?
And how come I feel, you jinxed
my powers when you left?

How loud the scream
of a dead sea serpent can be?
Is it spoken truth or blue dreams?

Is there a detergent for the mess?
If I ever figure out the math,
will I be back to a normal track?

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“Questions” by Reckless Chaos on deviantart.com

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© 2011  Broken Sparkles

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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