Dry Tears

I am not able to cry anymore,
sob changed into a whole of undefined
experiences,
and the tears already dried long time ago.
I still remember
the blue lagoon
filled with citrus smells
and the azure delicacy of orchids
smelling...
in the breeze of a gently zephyr.
Now only an echo remains
- Illusion of one life.
Nirvana...
I want to exist in an independent way,
far away from dry tears.

© Monique Surdyka