This love is an unexpected healing wind
blowing slowly and far,
stretching my silent hour
underneath a black star.
This love is a desert of velvet roses
cultivated in sweet despair and agony
as the sun nailed dreams and fears
in my dumb memory.
For him I shall comb my hair
and accept my cherished pain.
For him I shall close the window
and wait for the calm rain.
This love is a silent promise
woven out of my anger and bitterness
when I fell from my hidden depths
into my pool of madness.
This is the price
the moon shall pay today and tomorrow:
this love saved me once
but I die from sorrow.
Karla Bardanza
Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2011
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