A story short
His manner was casual,
his voice was deep,
“I have secrets”, said he,
“that you may keep”.
I bowed grateful
to this humble offer,
this was more trust
than most would proffer.
It started thus,
this simple thing,
little did I know,
what it would bring.
Moonbeams on oceans,
a touch of rain,
and luminous beings
to take away pain.
Long conversations
on just everything,
longer silences that
made the heart sing.
But words have this knack
of getting in the way,
beating reason down
and sweeping it away.
The heart stood dumb
on a silence vow.
It must have been fled,
this thing called love.
It ended thus,
this story short.
Oh! why do we meet,
so soon to part?
Each parting leaves
a mark so deep,
and secrets and secrets
that I must keep.
It remains to be seen
how this will flow.
Will a flower bloom,
or a thorn grow?
His manner was casual,
his voice was deep,
“I have secrets”, said he,
“that you may keep”.
I bowed grateful
to this humble offer,
this was more trust
than most would proffer.
It started thus,
this simple thing,
little did I know,
what it would bring.
Moonbeams on oceans,
a touch of rain,
and luminous beings
to take away pain.
Long conversations
on just everything,
longer silences that
made the heart sing.
But words have this knack
of getting in the way,
beating reason down
and sweeping it away.
The heart stood dumb
on a silence vow.
It must have been fled,
this thing called love.
It ended thus,
this story short.
Oh! why do we meet,
so soon to part?
Each parting leaves
a mark so deep,
and secrets and secrets
that I must keep.
It remains to be seen
how this will flow.
Will a flower bloom,
or a thorn grow?
