tears whispered in the wind

through the chirping of the starlings
I seek the whisper of your lips
dreaming of words you will not utter

I look at the galvanized clouds in the sky
trying to find the brightness of your eyes
imagining tomorrows that will not be born

dive into the ice cubes of a brook
looking for the tranquility of your skin
in a flame that will never burn

I run into the maze of my thoughts
searching for the thread of hope
lost in the wings of despair