Silent Cries

The weary sun in the sapphire sky

every time she sought to rest

in the shade under a tree,

it would always disappear 

along with her glee.

 

Her tears were the curious creatures 

which came out to watch

her agonies in disguise 

to wash away these blistering eyes

from showing the truest lies

which were never meant to be.

 

why would she waste these crystalline tears,

these chatoyant gems and desperate fears? 

 

When all she could do was

gather them in blossomed deposits

and throw them into the sea

maybe the waves will gain an extra drop

and win over the rocks

each rock will be destined for the sky

and be held between the birds’ talons,

these would trip over every star

their dust sticking on as bright as fantasies

to gather and form the glowing galaxies.