SECRET DANCE
Dance across the surf and sand
Music never heard by man
Dance across the clear blue sky
Music to my watching eye
The notes you hear lay in the sea
Carried by the morning tide
Dance across the rising sun
Dance until this day is done
Dance yourself far out to sea
Leave this lonely beach to me
I will follow in your steps
Traced in the sand before you left
I will learn your secret dance
Your flawless leaps, your perfect stance
I will dance the night away
The moon will paint me white and grey
Tomorrow when you come to dance
Beside you I will hide away
And when the light fades from the sky
I'll follow you across the waves
Watching the Seagulls on a beach in North Truro, Cape Cod.
The complex secret of life
is simplicity itself:
you're born, you live and you die.
It is a well-thumbed book with
incomprehensible text
which you borrow, you read and
then pass it on to the next.
Two years ago, our story closed,
Yet you lingered in the margins.
Two months ago, in a darkened theatre,
You held my hand like a secret kept,
A love hidden from another love.
I thought it was a return,
But it was only a hiding place —
You wanted the comfort of my yesterday,
While promising someone else tomorrow.
Today, I no longer check the stars for us,
I check my own worth.
And it whispers back, clear and calm:
I deserve more than a love shown in the dark.
I deserve a love that can stand in the light.
He loved me first
Followed wherever I went
Helped me in all ways
Hiding his identity
When I broke down
He came asking
If everything was okay
When I felt happy
He longed to join me
When I was in need
He gave everything
He was overjoyed
Seeing me smile
Wondered I who he is
Why would he do all this?
I loved all he did for me
Yet not so interested in him
I knew him not
Nobody knew him either
Why didn’t I quite like him?
I know not but he’s good
When I asked what he wanted
Most loving smile was his reply
He didn’t speak more
Never introduced him
Nor induced himself
He was quiet and very loving
When it was time to know each other
Came he with joy and expectation
That I would fall in love
But still distant felt I
Adamantly renounced
After everything he gave me,
I presented a crown
As my gift in return
Even I placed it on his head
Acclaimed he looked a king
He accepted it with a smile
Gently gazing upon me
Not minding the blood
Shedding around his head
Caused by the thorns of the crown
He looked through my eyes
With so much love
Which broke me into pieces
And said “I love you” smiling!!!
The clouds spill a thousand secrets
Souls so bright fly in sky like egret
Day or night a delight to see this
Poets pen a friend not to remiss
Seduce the stars without a script
With winged words lavender lips
Soulful eyes making hearts skip
Mind so wise like well, deep we dip
Into peach pleasure pool of the mind
Where love is jewel and words are wine
Touch is a tool we silver seek and find
Leaving legacy so maroon meek and kind
Cloudy secrets the clouds spill today
Love is needed to eliminate all hate
You open your mouth
And my breath comes out
My heart spilled on your chest
I know what happens next
Fingers intertwine
I’ll let you blur the line
We’ve synced our hand watches, our breathes,
Our time and upward motions
Our souls whisper and kiss
Linguistics meet their stand in
Looks and tells, a longing, dripping cheeks
A hum, a nod, a wink to God
Publicly known words replaced with privately-owned sounds
So as not to water down
What’s already been found
‘For the message is foolishness to those who are perishing’
All valuable things are done in secret
Secret tongues, intertwine
I’ll let you blur the line
We’re getting by,
year by moment
Unblinded and defiant, I asked you to carve your name into my skin
I’m under the covers, inside your chest
Blood pumps and beats,
Whispering vows breath-soft in morse code
You’re always running a beat behind mine
There is desire from the universe to tell us our gifts
How we unlock the universe calling that's inspire us
Everyday we want things that not ours to have in life
Sometimes it's just a whisper carried on by the wind
Enriching us deep in within us not by wealths greed
Choosing to believe it doesn't mean we are following
Remember the rustling of the wind is love quiet voice
Entrust your life gift is sharing your universe love gift
Trust in not only what you see in your mind but heart
The power of breath,
that can turn into a word...
naked in the sun!
Paper clips,
those mild-mannered office folk,
pretend they’re tools of order~
but really, they’re in it for the joke.
Leave them in a drawer
for more than half a day,
and they’ll twist themselves together
like they’re headed to a cabaret.
One clip whispers,
“Psst… let’s form a chain,”
and suddenly they’re linking
like a tiny metal train.
Another clip giggles,
“Let’s make a modern sculpture,”
and before you know it
they’ve built a chrome-plated vulture.
Scientists blame physics,
but I suspect a different cause:
paper clips just get lonely
and like to hold each other’s jaws.
So next time you find them tangled
in a shimmering silver heap,
remember~
they’re not misbehaving…
they’re just friends
who like to sleep
in a pile.
The kitchen clock upon the
wall,
Is keeping watch over the
hall.
It counts the seconds as they
pass,
Like tiny grains of hourglass,
And speaks in ticks both high
and tall.
I have a pocket in my vest,
Where tiny treasures go to rest.
A shiny pebble from the
playground,
A button that I thought was
neat,
And one small feather from a
nest.
a single star trembles in her palm
deciding
whether to become light
or remain a secret
Gears whisper at dusk.
Time hums 'neath brass.
Hands pulse like sparrows.
Hours learn how to breathe.
In the secret places of my heart and soul
God Lives
In the secret places of my mind and spirit
Hope Lives
In the Secret places of my being
Grief Lives
In the heart and in the head, a beating secret never dead. A beauty, seen in red and black, never breathes or steps back. Her smile may seem alive, but something differs in her eyes. never at a single glance, but more than that puts you in a trance.
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