Orphaned Tears

Your name reminds me of

my most beautiful dreams.

Hidden in silence of your birthmarks,

I seek light that will fulfill the future.

I love your borrowed fear,

I idolize all orphaned tears.

Dance with me

even though the dance floor

is painfully soft.

Staring at the sky at your feet, I look for

the source of solitude,

I expect wasteful appearances.

Injured and humiliated, I strip naked

from your dreams.

Something is bothering my words,

something is a desire

for which we will have to pay

with sorrow.

Will the dreams that I would like

to dedicate to you

pass without memories?