Closer…

Many poeple say that the best poems,
verses or songs
come from the most broken hearts,
of the greatest batlles…

And how much truth they hide…

Days of silence and solitude…
Nights of pain and sadness…

Days of unanswered questions…
Nights of full moons…

And from there,
the most beautiful verses were born,
the most beautiful letters…

Those that touch, that feel,
that open, that close…

Those that embrace our soul,
and caress like silk…

Those that whisper in our ears,
and climb how ivy…

Verses of silence,
poems of the path,
songs and lyrics of how much I feel,
I cannot have you with me…