A War with Questions

Speechless as I am
Muted is my verses
They are little by little
Melting a heart so swollen

No more boasting
Of speedy winds
And flag of kites

Where shall I seek
Those endless nights
Wading my dreams?
Little by little
Answers are wading
My questions and so dearly
Disappears a perennial sea

There shall be
No more continents
Beneath these greedy
Clouds, and their waxes
Charging rains go nowhere

Those who nature
They are cursed
By imminent answers
And their altering faces

I have thrown
Enough stones
Unto these tricky skies
Against the openness
Beneath them
None cared to respond
May be none dared as well

How many crimes shall
I commit; to be born again
Unknown to these ghostly stars