Lover of Solitude

Nothing wakes me up. No more.
There is no ear left
either to hear or to listen
During my voluntary sleep
my lips have no mutual memories.
Only in my dreams
can my fingers still
cover your hair, surrender your tears,
deserve your forgiveness.
Since I was born I have been
only begging and praying
and
begging and praying
firstly to man
and then, and finally,
to God.
You are the lover of silence,
I am but a mere statue of sound.
No scream will ever come between us.