I cannot hear your saddened cries.
On the salted wounds of withering souls,
I grow my flowers.
In fear of carrying on in my own fears,
I set my soul aflame.
Dancing on mystical waters,
I feel your touch, even within me.
Inside me I even feel as if I am a solar system,
Within a dying body.
When it dies I hope you will take all my stars.
Please tell me that you will.
I will not hear your saddened cries.
Whatever death is,
I have understood,
All things shall come to pass.
Until then, beneath my skin in the simplest nightmares,
I shall dance on mystic waters knowing,
You will awaken me .
I will remember you,
I will remember you, but I’ll never hear you cry.
I will always remember your smile, your laugh,
And while it seems unbearable
I cannot hear your saddened cries, because I refuse to