The Silence Of The Hearts... Poem by RIC BASTASA

you are hiding something
and i can feel it
i keep on telling you
i am silent but i am not blind
you keep on denying it
i respect you and i keep my silence again
and then the metaphors come
like butterflies from dreamland
hovering on the ceiling and staying there for
a while
but until then as they offer too nothing but silence
they dissolve
in the patient silence of our hearts
trying to find the scent of flowers
thriving in the air.