5 Aug 2012

seven days of secret thoughts - 1

1 comment:

  1. Thoughts are never secret;
    They leach into the world,
    Even if as puzzles,
    Awaiting sense, unfurled.

    Thoughts are thoughts becoming
    Something as they're thought,
    As connections or their eulogies
    Comes thoughts' jumble's juggernaut.

    Thoughts are secret, then they speak,
    Or sing, or in symbols dance;
    Thoughts reach out to others
    In far more than happenstance.

    Thoughts are ever secret,
    Till comes the time they scream,
    Or whisper, joking laugh,
    Or take flight in a waking dream.

    -- Anonymous