In Love with Your Tears

I am in love with your tears,

I admire the morning light

in your heart.

What we call blood is just liquid love

that God has given a false name.

I realized how few words

are needed to name emptiness,

to appreciate silence.

Hidden behind the wall I built

all my childhood, I am breastfeeding

your best dreams,

your savage memories.

We will not have enough faith

to resurrect the sun,

take flight with the white birds

of your innocence.

Screaming will never replace a whisper,

tears will never prove deaf pain.