Secret

Only you were the secret, small light
hidden behind the fallen dark.

We remain still, waiting,
thousands of years forward in time,
inside books
(languages we no longer speak),
turned beads,
cavernous desperations:
trading mystery
for tipped empty cups
and folded cloths
for coffins.

Copyright Kay Winter

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