In the mouth of the wind

In the city that forgot its voices Trees climb deaf walls And leaves fall like forgotten dreams. A man without a face Carries the sun in his hands Throws it into a well Then disappears As screams disappear in the throat of the wind. From afar The moon appears like a closed eye Wiping away the traces of clouds And leaves blackness to dwell in the corners. The hours here Give birth to a single second Frozen in the air Like a butterfly touching the lips of the dead. And every evening The walls rise to guard the void Waiting for the steps that will never come While we Read our prayers in the mouth of the wind And wait for the sky to turn on itself.