dripping the silent tears
after hearing a story
about the ocean waves drowning the canoes
about the hoarse sound created from the weeds
dripping the silent tears
after seclusion alone in the sun
shriveled fingers like drawing a mosaic
about the limits of hope and misery
about the boundaries of dreams and reality
like the stars that were born
from agitated streaming times
when dreams do not give birth to wonder
when we forget about the meaning of civilization
and drip
the silent tears.
