Secrets

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.