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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Angel

Once in a place

with no time, but to much fears

I was digging in the dark

with no light nor way out,

and you came next to me

like a Guardian Angel

you saved me taking me in your arms.

The dawn, now ,

is when my oblivion starts.

All the time I burn

with my bitter wishes

to give you all my broken kisses

craving to see you again and again,

knowing that,

when an angel fall on earth

he looses his light.

So I burn those candles

to keep it alive.

© Diana Mistera 2007

Kuusankoski 08.12.2007 Tarja Turunen in Concert

Hello to everybody!
This time the post will be not a poem like usually i post here. But i want to share with all of you my happiness.
Saturday, we went, with my husband, to see Tarja Turunen Live.
It was her warm up tour and she did in her hometown the only concert that is in program, at the moment, in Finland.
It was one dream that came true, i have wished so much and for so many years to see her live, so you can imagine my emotion.
And all was wonderful, perfect.
I have loved imediately her solo cd, and i have support her all the time, because she is a great artist and a wonderful person also, so i was sure that this day was going to be great and special.
When the white curtain falls it was amazing, also because she started the concert with my favourite song of her cd, “ Boy and the Ghost”…and the white curtain was great idea, she was moving behind it like a ghost, and we could see only the shadow behind the curtain.
She sang all the songs of her cd that i will never stop to say that is a great work, i like the way she has thought it.
And when she did “The Phantom of the Opera“ song i was so happy, i love so much that Opera and i have loved the way she did it with her brother, who is a very good musician too and has a great voice.
Then “Walking in the air” that i love it too…every Christmas since i live here in Finland i look the Movie cartoon in tv and i cry all the time…and i have had tears also yestarday…
i can’t do nothing, i cry when i am happy and when i feel a so strong emotion, because i have the feeling that my heart can’t take it,and the emotion was for all the concert, so big and strong, that sometime i think "was i really there? or was just a wonderful dream?" but i have the pictures, and the autograph...and i know it wasn't a dreaam… Tears drop down on my face also when she sang the song for her angel…for all our angels…
and was wonderful be there, wonderful to see her so close, feel her…
she is a great artist, and we will be again at her concert …
also her musicians are great, i have like them very much and i have liked she wanted the viula in her band because is something that made her particular…
The bassist, the guitarist the drummer,the keyboads and her brother are all great and i am very happy that i was there…
Thank you Tarja, Thank you very much…
you gifterd me a wonderful Christmas…

THE FALL

Ignorance burned you into the flames
and all that remain
are all those my tears.

I spread roses on your grave,
and light those forever burning candles,
and beg,
beg you to sing.

Sing for me one last time,
sing of our kingdom,
guide me with you voice,
let me escape from this darkness.

All the lines on my face
will reveal the beauty
that has made you fall once
from your reign.

Tears of love, tears of pain,
the silent whisper of the rain.

© Diana Mistera 2007

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My Cruel Vanity

Your blood is like nectar
your look could kill me
my pain, your lust , your pain , my lust.

Your lips, so temptive,
your skin so wet
Your essence, I kept.

I wanted to kissed you,
I wanted too much
and now your spell running through my veins.

I heard your silent call
and your voiceless scream was like needles,
I couldn’t ignore it.

I wanted to love you,
just to hear you screaming my name.

I can’t touch you but I am under your skin
with my look, I kill,
but is my lust that I feed.

© Diana Mistera 2007

Timeless

The bride was weeping
in the empty night

the time was there,

looking at her with its severe eyes

and its uncountable illusions,

toring apart all her dreams,

until the lost covered her,

and she could not fly anymore,

to the throne where the spouse

was waiting her, above.

© Diana Mistera 2007

UNTITLED

Let me dream inside you
where i could feel free,
let me then die within you
just to reborn,
let me love you like I do
although tomorrow seems far away
in those fragile dreams.

© Diana Mistera 2007

SHATTERED

You shattered my dreams
so at least
I could turn to you.

You live among me
but you are not with me
smiling to me first
then
toring me apart.

So,
you are my saviour
and my damnation
and now that I am reaching the end
I see all our failures,
and i have to stand this struggle.

© Diana Mistera 2007

STAIRS

In our nights

we keep talking as spirits

and our steps with our hopes

go on and on.

I need your light to embrace the dark.

Every step I take

every wish you make

a piece of us, get closer.

Around and around I walk

on ground, deep down I hope.

Don't make evil in your mind

all those stairs have safe steps.

Dream on, dream on,

move on, move on,

with love my love.

© Diana Mistera 2007

Cryptic love

Beyond talkings,

far from harsh thoughts,

an angel breath come along

calling my name

calling your name.

I will love you until the end.

© Diana Mistera 2007