The Secret World is born between a poet and a word,
A space of mystical, enigmatic air
creates unusual particles.
What escapes into reality from a sacred space in time?
Mystery or the eternal seeking gravity.
I slipped from your secret world like a lucid dream
Strange new obscure.
Did I listen through the sacred water?
Forming in her yet he was the origin…
the pieces of each kept disappearing into me.
Through the muted love I heard..
Whispers at night
Day-time dreams
I could feel the rhythm of the music that was silently encircling you both
I desired you as much as you desired me
a fusion of love, secrets and eons
pour into one limited space.
The Invisible manifests
And endless cycle
Of eternal desiring
Form
Flesh
time
Bone
A Mystery remains between eternity and time-
Even when one lover moves on
Gravity is a bias child
Craving that secret world so
tired shadows become the vacuum
the two move
hunting for pieces of each other until they meet
In the Secret World again…
Kori