A Secret Shared

A secret shared, a whisper spoken
between two souls that bend unbroken
beneath the weight of a heavy world,
softening with the stars that swirl
and glow with a radiance like a token
of the eyes that see my soul unspoken.

A field of thorns in the hangman’s dream
with red roses flowing like the river stream
through tempest, time, and Thalia’s air
to a place of grace and common care,
far from the darkest nights that scream
with a shrilling squall and a fading gleam.

A silence deeper than the ocean floor
with a heart that waits and hopes for more,
the heavy weight a dreadnought cloak
concealing all the things they spoke
within the calm of a crying core,
behind the lock of a golden door.

A channeled message from the lips of lovers
sequestered in the hips that hover
above the bedrock of glassy seas —
and eyes that pine like valiant trees —
with waves of emotion between each other
until they cry for the crimes they covered.