as to lay it all on the table
I have a semblance of hesitation
for what rejection might feel like
I hold some things back
while appearing to let it all go
No, this is not the whole of the matter
This is not all of me, no
There is always some reserved
Should not they be saved for the right time?
You can dig and you might think
there is all you would hope to find.
And that is just fine.
But there are special things held back
for special moments just right
There are still fireworks,
shooting stars, and sacred secrets at warm fires
in the middle of blessed nights,
There is still poetry that only graces
certain pages meant for certain sights
streaming across breathes and hearts
like aurora borealis skies,
They'll feel like treasures discovered
once upon an effervescent time,
familiar like a warm home where
holding them conjures up the feeling of "wholly mine"
My words would probably frighten ones
If I say all that is upon my mind
They require certain spaces,
loving faces,
and specific traces
of revered places
Some may laugh, run and hide
Some may forget tomorrow at this hour
As they should, as they should...
for such profound thoughts were not meant for such ones to find
So, What does it truly matter?
I'll preserve them, instead, for when it does.
- Les'Nspired
