Laurence Overmire - Secrets

I look into your eyes and ask
Who are you?
What secret in your soul
Compels me to listen to the music of your heart?

Have we been thrust here
Players on a stage
Without a script
Improvising lines
In scenes played long before?

Or are we fools
Who cannot comprehend
A word that has no voice?

Fool that I am
I do not know
Yet riveted I stand
To face the onslaught of your beauty
My heart laid open
To cherish or disdain.


(Previously published in L'Intrigue, Aug 1999)

Laurence Overmire

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