Some say:
Secrets lie in the dead of night;
Darkness covers everything in sight.
Hiding behind night’s veil like a sprite;
Secrets never reveal their hidden insight.
Some say:
A secret lies within an entire continent;
In the folds of a mountain monument.
An eternal secret lies darkly embedded,
Inscrutable as destiny and equally dreaded.
Some say:
Secrets exist that are not worth knowing;
Earth’s dark places are not worth going.
Pretending to be secret lends a little fame,
Not worth the cheap cost of its covert name.
Some say:
A secret bears the indelible mark of mystery,
That preserves an enigma down thru history.
The Grand Sphinx offers an unsolvable riddle,
As enduring as a one-armed man with a fiddle.
Some say:
There is a secret in the night’s darkness,
A deep dark mystery known for its starkness.
The darkness was here yesterday all thru the night;
We cower within its flicker until the ascent of light.
Some say:
A secret lies in the calligraphy of the wrinkled shell,
Hidden words engraved under a religious spell.
But no, the secret lies within the core of the nut,
Whose seed seeks protection in this outer hut.
There is no secret that life has not foretold;
The mystery we hold up its essence to behold.
The secret of the universe lies quietly within.
The Mystery will never unravel, but forever spin.
At least, that’s what some say. . . .
Secrets should be kept to one's self otherwise it's not a secret anymore although I'd just love to know the secret of eternal youth!! I enjoyed, as always, your write!!
Secrets have always held a somewhat sinister thought some people will say. Secrets can also be benevolent others contend. Eh, if benevolent, however, why hide it within a secret? Your poem prodded me to pondering.
I love the way you can unravel a great poem with your skillfully well thoughts out words, I have enjoyed reading your verse this morning, have a great weekend dear John, x
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As for personal secrets. If they are never revealed in confession or writing. They'll join their host in death.
Ron