Sealed Lips

To hold in the heart
What cannot be known
Pains the bearer of a
Wonderful,
Terrible secret.

The chains of necessity
Restrain violent urges of declaration.

What I want is unclear
I want what I cannot have
In a way I cannot have it
In a place where
Chaos reigns and only Ache remains.

I have to tell somebody
Anybody, but
Alas, it cannot be
I must bear my burden a bit longer—

For now,
the Wind may carry my secret to the crickets
And the sun may whisper it to the moon in passing
And that is all.

Each holds inside of himself
A tiny, sunless sprout
Waiting to blossom and grow
Or suffocate and whither.

He must decide the value of his rose
If it should die, it must be allowed—
If it is to live, then let it be watered
Secretly
Out of body
Out of sight
Out of mind.

But when the sun whispers,
The wind howls
And their presence will not be ignored.

To love is to lose
And to have is to suffer
For now, only Patience
And the moon may advise me.