“ 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 Short Death ” ~ be nocturnal sleep ~

One comes to terms

With nocturnal sleep,

Be cause for concern

It stays as brief keep,

Of enduring sojourn

To enjoy its breadth,

Save in transient term

Be but a short death,

That has us come back

In a day breaking way,

Tho ne’er assured fact

Let wishful thought play,

Thus so for more than a day!

 

“ Mindful ” ~ in my sleep ~

I’m mindful

In my sleep,

Though I know                                                                      

It’s not unique,

To thus recall

While part dead,

Afflicted all

Held as we sleep,

Be ones stead

Hence so to reap,                                         

What lies ahead!