The sadness bellows

with every ice droplet,

falling from the winter sky:

A grey solitude,

too cold for the heart’s survival.

Here in a room of yesterday—

All the distracted shadows,

on lonely walls,

search a soul to attach to,

to become whole,

to live in warm flesh.

A promised future,

her fingers like magic,

painted propositions,

in yellow and pink.


Wanted. Waited. Wished.

Until the expectancy gave way to letting go.

They died together and apart—

Suddenly, one night became an eternity,

a lover answered the longing…

And a day promised endless sunshine.

Then like the stars appear with the moon,

everything became a mere visitor—

Doused like fire,

it went down like poison:

All the miraculous highlights-

The dances of flourishing energy-

Now harsh-jagged-complications.


and choke-upon the sweetness

that was:

a bitter ending,

to death do us part.


She woke-up crying inside her lover’s eyes,

where she wished to remain,



behind the retina,

the color,

away from the visionless-vampires,


Where she could see inward,

drowning-out the darkness inevitable in the light.


Maria Pisciotta-DellaPorte

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