Camouflaged
Kept in a covert place
Lying safely tucked away
underneath the lace
feelings lay unexposed
kept in a covert place.
They stay carefully camouflaged
so, no one else can see
the feelings that invade my mind
the one’s I can’t set free.
They’re filed in ancient archives
some stretch back long ago
fragments of fragility
secrets I only know.
In the night some surface
and walk into my dreams
and linger there in lament
how very sad it seems.
Remnants hidden in my mind
turn into words and rhyme
mixed with subtle nuances
roll back the tides of time.
It strips away the camouflage
and liberates my mind
and picks up scraps of heartache
I thought I’d left behind.
They drift into the atmosphere
and merge into the trees
then scattered in the ether
by the morning breeze
Past the last horizon
the promises I make
float with the stars and moon
mirrored on the lake.
©
David Rudder
1st October 2020
Thanks for reading.
