Secrets walk the silent side
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 out
to play.
Whispers leave no
telltale 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 witness
fair
To whispered secrets
Living where no footsteps fall
To spoil the sands
As conscience holds the upper hand
And none succeed to scale
her wall.
Bury whispered secrets
deep
And pray you don’t talk
in your sleep.
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