Whispers Of My Heart Poem by Sebastian Soberania

and so here i am
the muted one
what i cannot tell you during
our breakfast together
i simply write here

to survive i must learn
the art of metaphors
one that i must expose
but you must not
understand
one that you can obviously see
but still is afraid
to tell the truth about how the
clarity of things
are misleading you

today we part again
momentarily and again at night
we make love

there is no more meaning
even in the most artistic way that
we make love
those nights are dark and faces
pop out in my mind

there is no face
that has any semblance of your eyes
i must say
it is bothering me but i must conclude
it does not matter now

sunset upon sunset
until there is no sun anymore
tomorrow