OUR STORY ENDS WHERE SHADOWS FOLD

Our story ends where shadows fold:

Where the moon bleeds 

And silence drapes itself over broken windows.

Within words we never spoke and promises that cracked

Collapsing the reality.

Time bends and fractures like a shattered mirror.

The stars retreat,

And in that infinite dark,

All that remains, is the echo of a story

That never truly belonged to the light.

We are echoes,

Bound to the marrow of the dark,

Our words stitched into the void

Like prayers no god will ever hear.

The shadows fold, and fold again,

Until nothing moves 

But the memory of motion.

©Diana Mistera 

DECAY IS A KIND OF DEVOTION

 Whispers like silent screams

around a decay that never ends

The walls remember what the air forgets,

ghosts of breath caught in the dust

and mirrors dream of faces long gone. 

prayers that turned to ash mid-breath.

Time limps through the corridors,

dragging chains of memory and ruin.

peeling itself from the bones of the world.

Every shadow hums a name

no mouth can bear to speak. 

Portraits weep behind their frames,

their eyes aflame with endless dusk

The air tastes of sorrow and dust,

The moon hangs like an open wound,

dripping silver into the cracks of stone,

while memories crawl through the dark,

their fingers made of rust and regret.

In the quiet, something stirs

not life, not death, but the echo between them,

a song too faint to hear,

too loud to ignore

perception fails where truth begins.

© Diana Mistera 

WHISPERS IN THE DREAM

In the hush between stars, I call your name,

a whisper folded in the wings of sleep.

The sky turns soft 

and beneath a moon that never sleeps, I wander.

Each step recalls a vow.

I reach through clouds of half-forgotten light,

through rooms of dream where laughter used to stay.

My voice dissolves, a moth against the night,

a fragile hope that will not fade away.

If love is real, it hides beyond the sound,

of whispers that bloom like ghosts.

I reach out, but feel the frost there, 

where warmth and faith once grew.

The dream is dead.

Your ghost, perhaps, still hears me plead

in aisles where time decays,

where candlelight forgets to bleed,

and roses suffocate  upon their thorns. 

© Diana Mistera 

SACRED ECHOES

Echoes rise from the hollow stone,

chanting

where shadows kneel in silence.

The ruins breathe with ancient promises,

and every wall remembers

a love bound beyond flesh,

a flame that burns without mercy,

a vow etched in blood and ash.

Two souls torn, yet never apart

A sacred wound that will not close

Devotion beyond decay.

We walk as pilgrims in the dark,

carrying a love that cannot perish.

And, in the echoes of eternity, the vow endures.

© Diana Mistera 

WE WALK ON THE RUINS OF YESTERDAY

We walk on the ruins of yesterday,

beneath cathedrals shattered by silence.

Ghosts bleed from the broken glasses,

their faces carved in crimson rain.

Shadows kneel like fallen saints,

clutching the dust of forgotten vows.

The angels are hollow statues,

their marble wings cracked and stained.

The never forgotten love burns

like a candle drowning in its own wax.

It drips through the corridors of night,

leaving scars on the stones we tread 

and the silence roars where pain screams

We walk with ghosts

through ruins veiled in funeral smoke.

And in the heart of this endless dark,

even hope is a wound that falls apart

and comfort is not 

not even in the midst of the lost and found.

© Diana Mistera 2025

REVERBERATIONS

Nothing seems enough

I dream about you, but I aching for more

and the demon inside is reading the epitaph

to be carved on my tombstone as a mantra.

I keep stumbling on the same patterns

struggling with my ghosts

getting lost all over again

in a heart shaped labyrinth.

Nostalgic, or maybe because the moon was full

I tasted the winter and it followed me at home

and now I walk on thin ice

knowing not

when it will crack under me

nor who will grab me when I'm falling

now that I have let you go.

©Diana Mistera 9.7.2025

SOME DAYS

Some days aren't easy

others are hard

and some don't come at all

and these are those that feel like forever

Some days I feel like a Phoenix

others I am carved in ice

and everything feels like frozen

beside my own thoughts.

Some days I am longing for silence

others I pray to let go

in the end, all I want is peace

Peace in my mind

Peace in my heavy heart 

that became heavier while the years went by

In the end

I just miss the lightness I used to have

when everything was hoping for the best to come

Now...

the tiredness is beating my being down

and I feel like I've lost all my bullets,

I've lost the core of my existence.

© Diana Mistera 2024

...

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

GHOST

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

DARK

It feels that everything, just turn in the other way

Hopes left the place to what I feared most

my heart once fulfilled with love

now bitterly turned to stone.

Signs and synchronicity I cursed

there was a time I  had believed in them

and to heartache is where they had led.

My laughter turned into a grin

my dreams slowly died.

Lights faded away

the darkest hour of the soul was roaring

facing my darkest day.

Ice cold truth, pierced my heart and eyes

the veil fell down

and every joyful memory

became a pain inside.

I looked at you, from within the mirror

and

what the mirror was reflecting 

was a stranger I wished I had never known

or loved.

© Diana Mistera 11.10.2022

THE DEATH OF A PHOENYX

 It's a bitter taste what you gave me

Too many wounds, taste of rust in my mouth.

Too many holes have borne my heart

Too much damage and now,

It hurts every time I breathe.

I took the step with my eyes shut

Like The Fool

And fell down

laughing at the empty space.

I can do nothing now to change it

I shattered myself open

Just to read each of my scars.

There are million ways to die

Mine was a twisted frame

As known as love.

My broken wings, I carry fiercely

They will rise me every time

Once you born Phoenix,

You die Phoenix

reborn from the ashes 

to live as stardust.

© Diana Mistera 08.07.2022

IMAGINE ME, IMAGINE YOU

A love that is lost 

leave the place from another to be found

There are tears

There are fears

There is longing

There is the memory

There is struggle and again fear.

Do you want to stay in this prison forever

locked in this fortress you've build around yourself,

imprisoned?

Self destruction I must say, this too is a choice.

Life is just but a dream within a dream 

 running in fast forward mode, 

out of our hands in a blink of an eye.

Now, stop and...

imagine me, imagine you

fractions of the eternity.

Imagine you, imagine me

leaves carried around by the wind.

Imagine me, imagine us

butterflies flying from flower to flower

Imagine us...

Landing in the most beautiful one, to die.

 © Diana Mistera  25.06.2022

TELL ME...

I'm staring in the void

I can't see clear but I feel

I feel you

I don't know why am I crying

I hold on you, at what I believe of us

but I can't hear your voice anymore, 

I hear nothing from you, to break this heavy silence

and most of the nights I wake up crying

wondering why, what has happened to us?

I know it wasn't just me the one who felt the pull

For the last two years, you've drifted away from me

blocked somewhere where I cannot reach you the way I used to.

I'm so confused, disenchanted.

Have you left the path? 

What's the reason?

Tell me why should I still believe.

© Diana Mistera 10.06.2022

STILL WATERS ARE DEEP

I feel the sacred togetherness

but I see estrangement

and everything looks still.

In a world of illusion 

you have to believe what you feel

and I feel us.

Flow my child flow a voice echoing

I flew and time went by 

and deeper into the oblivion I went.

Believe my child, believe, a voice whispered

still waters run deep.

© Diana Mistera 01.06.2022

THE SAVAGE GARDEN

 I was sitting in a garden. It was a peaceful place from where I could see the old Santa Maria dei Servi Church, listening to music, I had found that place just for a chance, and I didn't even know if I was allowed to sit there. It wasn't a private space, no signs were there, it was a garden, quite a savage one, but still felt like home.

One day I was all in my thoughts, maybe I was in a way, praying, asking to whoever was listening, why I couldn't find the love that my soul was so desperately looking for. That kind of deep, true, to live  and die for. The kind that I know existed; I had it somewhere along the line of the time, in every of my lives. The soul never forget, she just get blurred along the way.

18 years later I  still remember that silent prayer, wondering who was listening; and...

Just like this, when I met you the first time

I felt that love

I didn't know what to do with it

I felt scared, in disbelief,

but at the same time blessed, 

overwhelmed

wishing, 

to hear your heartbeat

Feel you.

Come closer to you

Fall asleep peacefully and safe in your arms

remebering...

Hold you, day and night

Knowing...

wake up and see you at my side

We have it all.

I really want you and I wonder

Was the heaven that sent you to me

or  did you escape from Hell?

Angels had fallen for love, once

and I don't really care now from where 

and whom

as long as you will be mine

I only care about the when...

© Diana Mistera 02.06.21

THE HOLLOW

 I've should have known better 

how to stop tearing myself apart 

I've done already so many times

and still haven't learned my lesson.

I fell again, in the same old trap

it had a different outfit but the core was the same.

Everyone is the perfect architect of their own illusions

and I was so good in building it so real 

that I end up to believed to be true.

Now, I feel like a shadow doomed, 

my love, forever in the dark

until I will not feel it anymore 

because, you know,

you get used to the void

it eventually becomes a part of who you are.

©Diana Mistera 2021

FALLING

I feel my wings burn feather after feather, 

bleeding.

I was the light once and now the darkness surrounds me.

I must be one of those that fell.

Did they wonder if and when they will touch the ground?

Did they hope to be caught by lovable arms?

Have they been in my same storm? 

Did they see their memories fading, whirling?

Did they feel the pain of falling from grace?

Promises and dreams shattered

hopes so long gone?

The endless haze surrounds me 

so I close my eyes

while tears keep ascending, 

silver strings heading the skies 

and I keep surrendering, changing

and yet falling.

I long for you, for your embrace,  

I long for your touch,

but I know I need to fall alone in this void.

© Diana Mistera 26.4.2021

3 CYCLES OF 3s

My dreams 3 cycles of 3 

within 3 months

3 dreams, cycles of 3

within 3 weeks

3 dreams cycles of 3

in a day

we are moving faster

and 8 is the number of times of 3s together.

My soul is longing for yours

I am a Cosmic Rider in the Universe

memories gathering

past present and future

I keep on trying, digging, 

resting, dying in flames

The cycles of life of a Phoenix

whose had risen from her ashes so many times

and keep on burning to death to born again

you are the fire that I will never tame.

Around the Universe and back

two souls are one.

I know you are holding back

so I will take it easy

we'll have a chance I know

I have loved you lifetimes

Keep on falling in love with you again and again.

You are the one and only

I can't let go, it feels so lonely

please tell me you will be there day and night

I do, you know I will

Why? Was your question,

because I love you, is and will be always

my answer.

© Diana Mistera 2021

STAY

Morning was slow and grey

Feelings from yesterday find their way always

rooting in the ground

            Seeds

A simple thought, just a little thing

grounding, manifesting.

I need you here,

I want you near 

Two shadows never apart from each other 

            feeling you coming closer

baby steps

always forward

Today more than yesterday

You are coming closer.

I am leaving the space, 

receiving,

welcoming.

        Today more than yesterday I want you here to stay, my beloved

Flowing

                loving you

forever

I have been, 

be and will be

            yours.

©Diana Mistera 21.03.21

WISH YOU ALL A BETTER YEAR

 This has always been the day of the of Happy New Year wishes. This year I don’t feel like using the word Happy but Better.

Who would have thought that last year, in wishing, we were entering one of the most difficult years of our existence as human beings on this planet, in this existence? 

That’s right... none of us, not even the most famous mediums...

Of course, when I made The Wheel of the Year spread with tarot cards, something I had seen. 

There was a card that struck me so much, that it still gives me goosebumps, I could not interpret it connected to me, I was denying it, knowing that I was doing this. I thought it was just because of the fear that aroused me. It was the emotional loss card, which usually involves, according to the manual, the loss of someone close by death; material, actual or emotional, bust still death, and I wasn’t really ready for another loss in any shapes, not a bit.

But it’s not all about me, right? And above all, nothing goes according to the instructions in the manual, because we are human beings in perpetual movement, even when everything seems stagnant in 3D, we are energy forms so in 5D nothing is stagnant, There is always a reason why we are called to stop and rest in the reality in where we live. To get ready for what comes next...

This I am also learning, in my work with tarot cards and oracles. The Spirits, the Guides, the Angels, don’t just tell you things about you, they tell you about a collective, a collective that you belong to. 

Surely this was one of the reasons why I didn’t feel that card directly mine; and it often happens when I lay them down for myself, because I am learning this discipline, that everything seems to connect like a puzzle then there is a card that has nothing to do with all the others. There, is that card! Maybe is the most important of all, and it happens to me that it will continue to remain in my memory, until I find the possible explanation, which, in this example, came one year later.

2020 for me is that card that has nothing to do with the others, and yet it is teaching me to have a broader vision, to see things, situations, from a different perspective; and is not easy at all, because involve to change and tear down all what you have taught to, every possible scheme you were used to.

Many mediums had perceived a drastic change, but a Pandemic? No, it had not passed in the interpretation of anyone.

There have been so many emotional losses this year in the Collective, because a broader look at this card suggests the loss of emotional contacts, or the loss of contacts in general, and this pandemic has just done this.

Emotional loss is the frustration you feel when you can’t hug your loved ones. The emotional loss is the loss of contact with people, it’s an agony to see a person you love unconditionally, and not even be able to touch him. What you have are the feelings that a non-contact, contact, has left you. The games of glances, the flirting, the chemical reaction; and you cling to those feelings like a thirsty man would cling to water in the desert, and you miss that lack of contact, you miss it so much, and when the memory is not enough for you anymore, frustration is unbearable, and yet, this also helps you to grow, to take the next step, to feel with your soul not only see with your eyes. Eyes are often deceptive.

You cry, you try to see beyond, you find new hobbies, you find the solutions to continue to do what you love, you also decide to public a new poetry book, or a new record, or whatever, because in time like these, you may also understand what is your mission, your purpose in this life. It certainly takes a while to get used to, but what you love, gives you the strength to look ahead, because after the night, always comes the day, after the darkness always comes the light, is the natural course of everything...

My 2020 wasn’t horrible, it was and will be for a while, also the 2021 difficult, it will be for everyone, for some more than for others, but I will work hard to remind myself to hold the light, the hope, do you the same.

In 2020 I have changed job, and I am grateful that I have worked and continue to work when many are facing unemployment and financial difficulties, I keep you in my prayers.

In 2020 I have published, my second poetry book.

In 2020 I am closing a really big cycle of my life that will open the doors to a new beginning.

I evolved as a human being because of the spiritual path I’m on, and is an on going work...

So what I expect for 2021? I don't have many expectations and it is not because I am depressed or whatever, no, is because I want to be open of whatever will come, it will be a NEW YEAR, a NEW CHAPTER of this life I am living now, knowing that I am never alone.

Of course, I miss the hugs, I miss the spontaneity that I had in approaching people, because this pandemic has taken away this spontaneity. I miss going to Helsinki or Turku, because it’s too risky, or Italy, England or Torrita, for the same reason. Going to concerts... go swimming in the pool...

These things will come back. We’ll go back to hugging each other to have that drink together, even if it’s just a coffee, to travel in our favorite places. I am sure and I am assuring you too.

If we have learned something from all this, because there is a very important lesson behind this pandemic, it is to  appreciate these gestures much more, precisely because the lesson to be learned is NOT TAKING ANYTHING FOR GRANTED, I have learned this lesson at the moment.

So, to all of you, I wish A BETTER YEAR, and I wish it to myself too.

Love and light ❤ Diana Mistera