Within the shade where silent secrets dwell,
I guard a jewel buried from the light,
A fever unbound by a magic spell,
That burns unseen within the depth of night.
Upon my lips the words are poised to die,
Like letters sealed that never shall depart;
I build a realm beneath a twilight sky,
To house the quiet tremors of my heart.
Sometimes a glance, a fleeting, stolen ray,
Ignites the fire I thought had turned to stone;
I mask the pain in ordinary clay,
And drink this bitter nectar all alone.
In this walled garden where no path is shown,
Your image blooms, a rose beyond my reach;
The world knows naught, and you shall not have known,
The silent sermons that my passions preach.
Like a whisper caught in the wind, this piece reminds us that the most profound loves are often those which remain unvoiced, thriving in the sacred solitude of the soul.
