Tears of a time

These tears that claim to drop
Are tears of a sweet suffering
In a quiet horizon of a feeling crop
Felt in a time that make them die... buffering

Those are the tears the time will bring
Or come from a time that did stop
Among seconds without sing
Or in a sunk haze of the dawn slop

They are just …. simple tears
Hiding in a space with my fears
Where I look for my blindness

They are tears that drop from a fountain
Drawing my dreams in a high mountain
In the street of my own darkness