STRANGERS

I am a stranger to you

Like you are a stranger to me

No matter what I believe to feel

they are only dreams

forged by the illusion

of an ancient hope.

Now and then

I hear your voice cry

”dream on , dream on,

until the dawn”

So I hold on

but

where are you gone?


© Diana Mistera 2010

Revelation I

..Give me a memory that I can keep

not only frames

of shattered dreams...

© Diana Mistera 2010

PERSISTANCE

I sometimes wonder

if we'll never understand

that we are

two fingers of the same hand

two souls sealed in one heart

blazed by the same fate.

So many lives spent across centuries

without learnig from our mistakes,

ending always hurt and deny each others.

Screaming without be heard.

Fall without be able to rised .

Love without feel the pain.

Chase our shadows without see at the light beneath.

Nothing last forever we all know this

but I will persist to travel in your dreams.

© Diana Mistera 2010

MIDNIGHT THOUGHT

For many years I visited your dreams

feeling like fool

a stranger in your view

and in those trips I am lost forevermore.

I still can hear your call

and you know I am not a ghost at all

and when the voice fall apart

our shadows remain on the wall.

© Diana Mistera 2010

WINE

There were times

the only thing I longed to

was you,
now and then I sipped your wine
believing it was only mine.
How sweet was that poison.
Rising the glasses
we fought against the emptyness,
waiting the day to die
craving the night to become alive
and for more poisoned wine.

© Diana Mistera 22.11.2010

SECRETS

Enchanted and secretive

was your smile,

my eyes misted slightly

giving up to the vague

sense of dreaminess.
There
the light started to crush in tiny pieces
and
as the summer welcomed the rain
the heart faced the blame.

© Diana Mistera 22.11.2010

ICARUS

You,

winged as an angel

proudly flew up higher and high

as a god you chase the infinite skies.

Free and fast along the clouds

you wanted to touch the immortal empires

laughing at the stars so long envied.

Too bold became your mortal egotism

and unfaithfull were indeed, your fatal wings

as a fallen angel you fell on the sea

leaving the wide ocean tolling your echoing knell.

© Diana Mistera 2010

UNTIL

You will never know

until my last whisper

that I am gone

because I am just keeping our pledge,

but I can choose

and if I do,

only silence is left

and you'll hear me no more.

How can I jutify you over and over

when you are deniying my voice

again and again,

leaving me suspended and

without a reason to detain.

© Diana Mistera 2010

Disclaimer

I don't usually like do this, but is important for me and my "art".
And is also a way to save my works.
I just remind all visitros that all these poems are mine, and they are copyrighted, and steal them is not only a sort of not respect for me as poet , but also out of law.
Most of them are already published in books and official anthologies,and those that are not are already part of the archieve from my next book.

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NEVER CLOSE MY EYES AGAIN

And here it comes,

sure as silence follows rain,

the dream follows the pain

the taste of you upon my lips,

so gentle that it kills me

right there where I lay.

I feel your presence
In a way I could not know
And I wonder
Do you ever feel the same?
When I whisper in the darkness
Do you ever hear my name?

What it could be,

if I don't ever close my eyes again,

but,

who am I to resist?

Who are you to fail?

© Diana Mistera 2010

ARMAGEDDON

The sun was warm and alive

the moon dominated his lustful desire.

The sky was collecting its broken mirrors.

The Goddess danced in her woe

waving at the lover her last adieu.

Silence came all in a sudden

and never has been resonant bane

than the one that nothingness attain.

The darkness had no need

to send his knights to mislead

because the chaos reigned already supreme.

© Diana Mistera 2010

LOADS

The agony do not show

those who suffer in silence,

chains will not hide,

those who proudly carry the pain.

But,

these suffocate torments

should have a listener

until will thump echoless.

© Diana Mistera 2010

Longing

Sometimes,
when is really quiet and dark,
I fly,
and floating beside your bed
I listen your breath
stroke your hairs tenderly
giving you silent kisses.

But,
too quick I have to move away
gazzing at the first lights of the dawn
and go back at the staticity
of the eternal rhythm of the universe,
within my unbarable darkness,
in my deep, deep loneliness.

From that starry heaven
I send you my whispers and sighs,
and make my solemn promise:
to watch over you
until the time will come
and in flesh and blood
I will finally reveal myself to you.

(c) Diana Mistera 2010

Playing darkness

...Please come to me
not only in my dreams....

(c) Diana Mistera 2010

Death thoes

The wind cross my fingers
with its sharp breath
evading, enduing, splitting all around,
carrying memories that cutted like blades
go under my overwrought body.

It would suffice fisted the one
you stabbed at the heart,
the one that you
belied as tragical angel
had impregnated with your sweet poison
making it keener,
and everything would end in a moment,
but I failed.

Dazed,I lost my senses
while you slowly dismembered me
limb after limb,
organ after organ
carefully leaving as the last one
the red mass,
that was still pumping in the palm of your hands.

I knew,
thought,
hoped,
the end was now close,
soon the pain of those memories
turned in blurring visions of an old movie.

Bittersweet was the taste of that death
unspeackable the extasy,
the sensual abandon,
the intoxication
while you cherished me,
with your sight,
waiting patiently me expiring the last breath
with a question on my lips,
before embracing the eternal sleep
“Dindn´t you understand I would gave you
anyway
the most precious part of my being?”

© Diana Mistera 2010

Asymmetrical bars

I wonder what may be true
or might come false
in two parallel lines
forged by the same immortal engine
called time.

What we have been and what we will be
both under Democle’s sword
diagonally look each others
but unable to see.

Close, but apart,
in each other’s heart.
Two parallel lines in our heads
and in our beds.

Two doubles that once have met
and won't forget
ascending the lymphs
against all the physics laws
generating ceaselessly travels in the past
talking with worldless kisses
gently touched with invisible caresses.

Still prisoners we wait
 to overturn those physics laws
knowing for sure
nothing is impossible in the parallel world.

© Diana Mistera 2010

Canticle/ Carol

I sat on  your marble stairs

stared into the night at your open door

waiting you outside

and for what so long asked.

You came along with your seductive smile

asking me why I didn’t come in.

"I love you" was my only whisper.


I am crying invisible tears

they are

just raindrops falling from that paint that surround me

 they are not supposed to be wet ,

they are not supposed to be warm while they drop in my hands

because this is just a dream

forged by you

in the same way that a peculiar bee forge her nest

So, I prepare myself to spend

this night invain

again

unheard

washed away with all the colours

at the sight of another dawn.

But you are not sleeping

and you said

“We will  meet tomorrow night"

And you kissed me

while the dark was fading into the light

whispering

"forever and a day”

© Diana Mistera 2010