Love

Destroyed images, dressed in 
our words, collide with green tears 
of the innocent. 
Wounded names, locked in 
cold hands, do not concern 
our consciences, 
they do not promise a better past. 
 
Light the wind in our mouths, sing 
a ballad without words. 
Do not run away from loneliness, 
love has become a complaint 
without unnecessary smile. 
 
I do not want to die without fear 
that you will inherit from me 
a scarlet sky, a boundless soul. 
I dance against the screams, hide my anxiety 
from the greedy touch of seconds. 
 
Is what we call pain your reflection 
in my mirror? Is a breath of fear here 
to bring a stolen lie, duplicitous truth?

The Green Tears