I have eaten a million suns

passing through the shattered

clouds of my soul; the cries of my

eternal days camouflaging the arcs

Of the dawn.

 

My heart has never let the mornings

blush in revelry.

I turn the pages of the rotten calendar,

whose ends the ants have forever

crushed into anonymity.

In the innumerable days that have

surpassed my senses;

I only perceive the blunt pain which

weighed me down in your thoughts.

 

Bushes have grown, babies into fertile mothers,

ages like blinks of my eyes have bygone; my heart is still still.

In the countless drops of rain that prospered 

your land, I see pebbles

sculpted with our rusted memories.

The shore which fed us love,

Now breeds the dead shells of time.

You and I lie lands apart,

where the rays of the sun, touching you ,

ignorantly vanish from my eyes.

Yet, I wait for you, rubbing my heart off the indomitable scars

the passing of time has sown in me.