The unlit light

On the other side of the ocean of silence,
The remorse of truth that breaks you down,
Hoping for just another meaningful lie,
Those poetry beautifully unwritten,
Are the pain of the soul that believes in.
For whom does the stars wait eternally in the night sky
For whom do I hold the umbrella, when it rains so distant
In the moonlight of blossoms of waiting,
Morning shall blossom to a new fragrance.
In the burning sea, at the shores of my heart
The waves that beat and disappear, in silence
The fallen flowers and leaves,
Of days that pass by,
And the trees that wait on the trail,
In the corridors of shadowy silence
whoever waits, and wails in prayers
when did light come,
In these dreams that never sleep at night.