Hostage of the Breeze

photo credit: Claude-Yolande La robe bleue via photopin (license)

Secrets catch on the breeze,
Whispered by the wind
Like a sacrament of memory.
A tale no one knows how to begin
Or what should remain untold
To maintain this fragmentary truce.

If the wind should change
And withhold the truth
Until another day,
What then?
What becomes of the future
If secrets remain unspoken.
 
© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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