Eyes stalking the sigh of trails, leering at me,
scanning my face, my emotions, my mistakes.
It’s murky midnight, but I behold the glaze.
The broken light didn’t blind the spice in the air.
The veil of unknown strangeness is blurring
the last star shining behind the window and
flimsy flare conflicts newborn radiance,
while lonely feather tickled my cheek and ate one tear.
The taste of breaking dawn demolishing pure words,
the whisper, the wind wrestling in haunted lips,
saying something is ready to come, close to my heart,
but yet so faraway in miles, miles I could hardly count.
I quest to find roses, scent and thorns.
I wait, I wish for the arrows to get to me.
And day after day I ask for my life back,
I ask for that trembling voice to wake me up.
Coming and going promises, fears, decisions,
the rebound uneven, the prize uncertain.
Another puzzled stranger in me, holding vague feud:
” Love, how can you author so much torture? “
© 2010 Broken Sparkles