Secret Life

That third life we each live There alongside our public and private ones The secret life You came into it on a freight train of building emotion Slowly, powerfully, but constantly accelerating Momentum building energy and force Until To fruition Holding its own demise and rebirth Time and again As if a train on an unstable track One moment Cars cascading past each other down an embankment Burning Metal rending into misshapen form Next Riding as if on silk or a cushion of air With sun shining In a rhythmic dance to please the kings A cycle maybe still But For now in that secret life Exists only a Heart