a silence of death

through debris of futures
I wonder why everything runs away
as if my dreams were more
than dandelions blown by the wind...

why the silk road is forbidden
that one day Marco Polo walked,
where so many empires were born and died,
but some deity denies me...

Columbus believed in the dream
and stepped on lands of America,
I believe in dreams of almond and honey
but I always end up being shipwrecked alone...

yes I confess guilty to loving
but I do not deserve the torture of silence...
after so many years of pain and loneliness
does not I deserve something good to happen to me for once?