The Silent Noise

Should I speak it,

through the tongue,

or narrate silently ?

Should I put,

the secret,

in my heart,

and give it to her,

in the memory,

of my love ?

Though, I have,

seen thousands,

of dreams,

but she remained,

hidden,

behind the curtain,

Now, at this stage,

all the limits,

of patience,

are being crossed.

The streams,

of desire,

appearing eager,

to capture,

the soft dews,

of your lips,

when she walks,

in such a way,

in the river,

of memories,

of my love.

The rocks,

became wax,

the fire is on,

in the water,

an unknown,

strange pain,

is now raising high.