A Secret is a Secret Until You Die
A Secret is a Secret — still —
Though whispered — into Air —
It learns the Art of Silence —
And keeps its Vesture — fair —
It walks beside the Centuries —
Unnoticed — by the Sun —
Nor Time — nor Truth — can beckon it
When once its Oath — is done —
It sleeps within the Human Heart —
A Seed no Hand can claim —
Too sacred — for the Voice of Day —
Too shy — to answer Name —
Confession knocks — but enters not —
Repentance — waits outside —
For Secrets choose their own Abode —
And there — they bide — and bide —
So hush — the Thought that trembles so —
And let it safely be —
A Secret is a Secret — kept
For all — Eternity —
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
