secret poetry
At night when I lie in bed
my mind roles and swings
and makes secret poetry
that it tells to no one but me
I laugh and smile
at these great lines
that stir my heart and furrow my brow
the silly party is
This poetry is often
for someone else...
Someone like you.
So while you read this
think of another poem
one that is secret
and hides in my mind
Like a painting on display
on a wall far away
Think of another poem
that is just for you
unknown by every one
Even me.