A Whisper Dressed in Sunlight

 — Written by Antonio De Villar

A whisper dressed in sunlight’s gown,

A truth dissolved in open air—

A tender smile that presses down

The weight of unacknowledged care.

It builds a castle in the air

With bricks of fine and mortar soon,

Then hangs a portrait soft and fair

Of some imagined afternoon.

The mirror holds a borrowed face,

A fiction that the eyes believe,

While deep beneath—an unseen space—

The truer, wounded feelings grieve.

It is the kindness that can kill,

The logic paving gentle lies,

The voluntary, stubborn will

To let our inner lightning die.

A spider’s intricate web of lace,

A silver tongue that shades the gray

In golden tones, then leaves no trace

Of storms already on their way.

So guard your heart from crafted art

That spins the shadows into silk,

For the most deceptive part

Is the lie we tell ourselves.