Secrets
I listened.
And the sea told me it's secret.
It wrapped itself around my toes,
It wrapped itself around my mind.
It sang to me,
When I listened.
It whispered to me,
What it holds so dear.
And in return for that confidence,
I told it mine.
I strolled.
And the Sand told me its secret.
It buried my soul in itself,
It buried my heart in itself.
It blew to me,
When I strolled.
It ran to me,
With all earthly forces.
And in return for that confidence
I told it mine.
My secret was never really a secret,
It was only a wish that I wished,
It was only a dream that I dreamed,
Only a mere star in the sky,
Only a single penny in the well.
My secret was never really a secret,
Since I wrote my letter in the sand,
Since I purified my words with water,
Like rice to the ink drying,
With each loving stroke of the quill.
And I hope you read it in my eyes,
Every time I look at you,
Every time I see your beach,
You whisper your secret to me.
Yet if you would only listen,
We could hold hands,
Across the desert of sands,
Yet if you would only realize,
There is no surprise,
That you know my secret also.