Boundaries

The sleep is my friend
dreams are those boundaries
that marked my wounds
accepting those unwelcomed guests
bent into nightmares.

The memory
is slumbing with me,
with its bitter sharpness,
there,
where your whispers are the sweetest curse
and the greatest gift.
There,
where my soul took this sweetest death
along with the bond.

© Diana Mistera 2009

Apprehension

You are so beutiful

that looking at you is so painful.
And,
there is no place for words
for this sublime misery.

Across the centuries you fly,
enchanting me with your smile,
and I am, but a mortal woman.

Time is dreadding me,

but you,

audacious angel,

you've putted your mark

upon my soul,

and nothing is left now than,

counting the lines on my face

admiring your perfectness

crying at my lameness.

© Diana Mistera 2009

Thanx to Purple Angel for this great draw. Her site is on the link of this blog.