I turn my eyes and count to seven
angels cry at every corner
while love is beaten from the pain and fear
love letters travelling into thousands bites
losing their power when reached the screen.
Words don't find the lonely hearts
that are alive only in a artificial dreams
made of pulses and wires.
© Diana Mistera somewhere around the Universe
I am looking at you form far away
and not feeling you anymore.
You look back at me
but those eyes are from a stranger.
All the tears I have cried
all the sleepless nights
distorted lullabies buried in too many whys.
And time goes by and purged.
The heart and soul heals
and I now continue my journey alone
but not lonely.
I turn for a moment and
you are like a distorted mirage
under an ash rain
I am hearing the whispers
and all I can see is a phantom
that no longer haunts me.
© Diana Mistera 13.02.2023
