Thoughts are never secret;They leach into the world,Even if as puzzles,Awaiting sense, unfurled.Thoughts are thoughts becomingSomething as they're thought,As connections or their eulogiesComes thoughts' jumble's juggernaut. Thoughts are secret, then they speak,Or sing, or in symbols dance;Thoughts reach out to othersIn 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
Thoughts are never secret;
ReplyDeleteThey 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