Dreams weaned

I wanted to tell you,
My stories,
Of love.
Of innocence.
Of madness.
So i dug them,
From the depths of my heart,
I told you,
Like a baby,
I sucked and clung,
to the dreams of love.

I started telling,
my longing tales,
to your milky breasts,
which promised to feed,
the longing,
and pain,
remained unreal,
at the hope.

One day,
Dreams are weaned,
As we speak different languages,
and the stories are unheard,
And eternal blindness,
Masked your eyes,
to look through,
the stories of my love,
of my language!