To Rowan Radice
Here, below unending night
Lay a verse like buds of roses
'pon silken bed of spirit glosses
Nightly secret by two kept
Much my soul in life has wept
Much the pain that I've endured
Much the sorrow has ensued
Doleful sighs on slumber set
Yet the thing with you I've met
It's the secret, worth of pain.
Here the secret I present
Be you witness to my heart
Need not ears for this to start
Need not skin for this to feel
For the secret is untold
And the secret is unseen
In the flesh it is not felt
Yet in soul its mark has left
What's the secret, hear you ask
Secret, say I, can't be told
For the secret is no word
Secret is a secret feel.
Feel my eye upon your eye
Feel my kiss upon your kiss
Feel your words that turn to bliss
Feel the love between us nigh
Nigh, so nigh
Close so much 'tween you and I
And then see my iris straight,
lock me right into your sight
And the secret shall be there.
For the secret is so secret
Cause it's us.
Us, and us, and only us.
Low, like a whisper
But there, like a ghost
of something that has been
and will be.
Beyond the world, yet still in it,
In the dark, when no one looks
When we are, there 'tween us two,
Forever, our thing.
Our secret.