Secrets

Secrets walk the silentside

Of yes and no.

            They can’t abide the light of day.

They come and go

            In stressful tones the tunesmith blows

Until the rain comes outto play.

 

Whispers leave notelltale signs

On petals soft

            To bide their time whilst angels wing

And lost souls climb

            On lofty heights to sing sublime

Where “nothings” turn to“everythings”.

 

And you and I are witnessfair

To whispered secrets

            Living where no footsteps fall

To spoil the sands

            As conscience holds the upper hand

And none succeed to scaleher wall.

 

Bury whispered secretsdeep

And pray you don’t talkin your sleep.