Promise

I will not let go what I have been hoping,
I will not give up the things I’ve been dreaming.
I will not deny the dreams I have been seeing,
and the tears I have been crying.

Deep in my heart you’ve left a blade,
and
although it kills me,
I don’t wanna get it away
because there
lay a promise.
So just let me love you
the way I have always did.
© Diana Mistera 2008

Last wish

My dear
is it love what its burning me inside,
or is just the memory of an unknown fate?

Heaven was in the palm of my hands,
and I was too scare to take the step forward,
and sometimes was so hard to hold on to my dreams
always unsure of what will seem when I will be face to face with you.

Like a dagger you shattered my heart
tasted the blood from your own blade
stared at me in my darkened grave.

I am ready to take all this pain
and die for you
cherished by
the last look in your eyes.

© Diana Mistera 2008

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LET...

One last time
let me rejoice the Death
with a melody, just for those of us
who are so half in love with Her
with smooth music, and soft odes.

Let me digging deep in my soul
to find the heart of this chant
the blood, the heat
a silent last beat.

Let then the gentle rain falls
soft like kisses,
let those drops be tears
or the shape of those notes
composed for this song.


© Diana Mistera 2008

Pellucidity

I can taste you,
I can think of you.
but the future doesn't come
and the past won't get over the present.
All that remains is an illusion
where everything seems still.

Do we dream at night?
Or do we carry on with the same old fantasy?
I am a silhouette wandering in your dreams
you are the shadow that make my eyes twinkle.

The clarity of my mind has been revealed in my dreams
I am able to travel where my heart belong.
Use my illusion and enter in your dreams.

© Diana Mistera 2008

Salaisuus/SECRETS

I carry with me the fire

that belongs to the place that we mourn.

Beyond the love, beyond the lust

This constant yell the bloodlust.

The passion fed the restless soul

the taste of the love poured in the chalice is

what torments the inner artist

with his devoted reverence for the most beautiful dream,

Dark and light collided
oppositions that sealed the eternity

and worlds come closer with the touch of the fire.

The muse is the passion
the mistress of your restless soul,
You are like an open book in which I find myself,

You, the blood that keep my heart alive.

© Diana Mistera 2008

Nymph

Welcome home my Master,
wish to taste our forbidden love,
touch your pale skin
taste your deep deep being.

Come to feel the ocean,
lick it deepest
feed my rose.

Rip off these laces
that keeps my flower imprisoned,
but beware the captivation of the juice,
because my eroticism
will be your oblivion
and,
deep will be the wound between your legs.

© Diana Mistera 2008

Unknown lust

To have you I could pay
a million away.
As well my last breath i could give
because you are my sin.

The last star for a yes,
to have you undressed
laying pure,
no longer so sure.

So,
I am falling down;
in my luxury,
and more i want you
more forbidden you are.

You,
my last temptation
and I 'm without demurs.

How many tressures I could give,
to have you,
with your marrow in me.
so celestial and sacral.

I’d like to be
intigued by senses
because
I am dying for your essence.

© Diana Mistera 2008

The Scarlet Rose

Come like the dusk
You are my lust
burn me into dust.

Like a rose,

love was born to bloom

your wrath then has torn it into doom.

Don't look at me the way you do
your eyes are my thorns,

your lips are your sword.

Your beauty killed me,

I loved and died where your scarlet rose grow.

With silent whispers

i cry your name.
Don't touch me.

Don't take me.

Don't breack me.

(c) Diana Mistera 2008

Bellows

The night was blind and deaf,
you were calling me
to be at your side forevermore.

An immortal lie in which I fall
with my heart thirsty of blood.

His dark mantel

like wings of an angel
Memories burnt like fire
desires were awaken by a vampire.

And my despair...
an empty cry in the air.

© Diana Mistera 2008

The Last Star

Someone said one day

that when a star loose its light
fall down from heaven throne
becoming a man.

Bleed well the star is about to say
and paint me with silent words each day
and your love will shine free forever.

Sending dreamscapes on your way
maybe you don't know I will be there
dreams within dreams
and, you gave me new wings.

© Diana Mistera 2008




















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