“ A Secret ” – I’ve to die with

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                                                a Moroccan Secret Box

“ A Secret ” 

– I’ve to die with –

I’ve had secrets

Rates not to keep,

Some by the by

Merits not a peep,

And one or two

Made me so blue

I’d given a bye…

 

But I’ve a secret

Shades my life,

Tho cannot share

Or fail to keep,

Thus held to bear

Finds futile weep,

Without concede

While I’m awake

Or in my sleep…

 

‘Tis a secret

That won’t heed,

And so remains

Despite I plead,

Be of a memory

Begs god-speed,

Hence to forego

Yet I find realize,

Fixed be of a kind

One can’t be freed,

Held thus a secret

That I’ve to die with!

 

                                        written in Grasse

                                               © Jean-Jacques Fournier

“ A Secret ” ~ I’ve to die with ~

 

I’ve had secrets

Rate not keep,

Some by and by

Merit not a peep,

And one or two

Made me so blue

I’d  gave a bye…

 

But I’ve a secret

Shades my life,

I’m made to keep

Tho cannot share,

Thus held to bear

In futile weep,

Without concede

While I’m awake

Or in my sleep,

A secret gloats

As my soul bleeds,

Yet stays afloat

And implies feed

Upon its need,

To be a  secret

I’ve to die with! 

 

      

“ Thought ” ~ said fleeting ~

 

A fleeting thought

I’d wanted so to keep

Did disappear,

Alas without a peep

It might yet reappear!