Expression of my Heart

There are things that implicit to be explained,
Pulled over on one side of the heart,
I write through the stanza said
on a paper kite no laces,
do you receive it?
My carving above the sand,
erased by the waves,
do you read it?
My writing on water,
is it possible?
I sing without voice
and only a whisper in the liver,
it is melodious?
do you hear it?
I am dumb in my question,
tongue-tied to say,
ah ...
what was implied?
In my silence, I ask,
but no answer anymore.
Bowed in my prayers,
and asked,
then I saw you there, in my heart,
I found the answer
that you are implicit here, in my heart