Untold

So much gets locked away:

Things the flesh cannot say,

Dreams of the night and day,

Thoughts that no longer stay,

Feelings that won’t obey,

Questions that twist and sway,

Music that lost its way.

Nobody can express

All the ways hearts digress:

Places we cannot guess,

Dreams that we must compress,

Thoughts that we carefully dress,

Hiding the wildering mess,

Yet longing to possess

Maps of its vast largesse.

Something akin to shame

Hides what we cannot name,

Thinking we’re all the same.

Yet what we cannot tame

Burns like a hidden flame,

And, though we would disclaim,

Fearing ourselves to blame,

Is where the wonder came.

Thus we walk into light

Fearing to bring to sight

What we glimpsed in the night

Straitened to set aright

What is our secret fright

Yet in our fear’s despite,

Hesitant and contrite,

The Knower sets us right.