Secrets

Care not for obsolete ….. secrets
for all secrets are obsolete
   ….. and always have been …..

Keep not those double-edged ….. secrets
for all secrets are double-edged
   ….. and always have been …..

Allow not any guilt tinctured ….. secrets
for all secrets are guilt tinctured
   ….. and always have been …..

Begone those stygian daggers
      whose unsheathed codes
      pierce heart and sever soul
depart all birring Wraiths!

Treasure instead those
   exquisitely disguised horizons
      eternally carved as ….. pure
   whose precise definition would shatter
upon any clear reveal

Those ….. honourific paragons
   unqualled in character

Those ….. bountiful puzzles
   unsolved throughout eternity

Those ….. promises of integrity
   unrivalled as virtues

Those ….. radiant pleasures
   undiscovered within beauty

Enigmas to be engaged
   never fastened to …..
      perpetually fascinated by…..
         breathlessly enamoured with …..

whispered cyphers
   within fog and dew
transparent reflections
   midst prism and rainbow
frothy rhythms
   betwixt littoral and surf
momentary breaths
   ‘tween aurora and eventide

Sigh for her Solitude
Cypher his Silence

Coupled heartbeats withstand all …..
   ….. secrets …..

This is the final poem of a somewhat unplanned trilogy which includes previous posts entitled Silence and Solitude.

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Solitude

I could do naught but ….
   heed her
      dedications of  ….. Rose Moon bounty
         promises of ….. Thunder Moon sanctuaries
            avowals of ….. Grain Moon fortunes
               oaths of ….. Harvest Moon encouragement
….. of eternal nightly tapestries
   ….. of course …..
      I abandoned to her blazing torch
         ….. to Hecate’s Solitude

I could do naught but…..
   embrace her
      hints of ….. Hunters Moon still
         murmurs of ….. Frosty Moon temperament
            whispers of ….. Long Night Moon passions
               sighs of ….. Mead Moon ecstasy
….. of ageless entwined spirits
   ….. of course …..
      I consented to her wild quiver
         ….. to Artemis’s Solitude

The essence of Solitude requires Silence

This is the second poem of a somewhat unplanned trilogy which includes following posts entitled Silence and Secrets.

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