Hidden Forces

The wind sings a song 
Of man's passions and desires.
The starry skies keep quiet
Of man's dreams.
And every snow flake 
reminiscent of a tear not shed.
The total silence
We surrender to only rarely
It is filled with unsaid words,
not shown gestures,
Denied propositions of love,
Unspoken curiosities.
In secret kept, in silence sealed
Lies our truth hidden:
Yours and mine.

© Colleen Yorke. All rights reserved. 2020.
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