Our Secret

for so long my life

had been shrouded in sorrow

pale mists wafting through my heart

drenching my innermost soul

with liquid leaden melancholy

but now

the heavy acid tears have been stroked away by

our secret

so deeply my heart

had been pierced by pain

little needles of darkness

stinging and burning restlessly

in poisonous exultation

but all

the sore festering faults have been cleansed away by

our secret

wounds

have touched on wounds

and blood

has mingled with blood

hurt

exchanged for hope

and death

exchanged for love

a lonely broken life

replaced by

our secret

happiness – more

than a word again – laughter has been reborn by

our secret

yet freely

would I shed my wings

gladly

take on the rain

willingly with a sigh

would I embrace the pain again

to bequeath to

her, my dearest friend, to pass on to her

our secret.

12.8.2004

The secret itself is described in my poem “Blood Brother”. Basically, what happens in the central scene of my story “Son of Ilúvatar” (on ) … well … kind of really happened to me last week. °.°