Sunday, September 04, 2011

BLADES

A beauty taint of sadness you appear on the stage
every breath you take is a falling chord
every note you sing is a lament painted with beauty
and it pierced me
before vanished in the shifted sands of time.
And I stay still
looking at you
and all those invisible broken mirrors
waiting a signal from the oblivion
with the old uncertainties
that like blades
stab me every twilight.

© Diana Mistera 2011
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