Our Secret is Safe

Our secret is safe
our secret is safe
the night knows nothing
and the day is mute

But, oh, how it glowers,
the towering sun!
And, oh, how it murmurs,
the slumbering moon.

A horizon of baying hounds
couldn’t give us away
but still the wind hollers
until it’s blue in the face.

Rivers, rage-white and roiling,
are mocked by the cynical stones
By moonlight they calm, and a carpet
of frogs croons a lullaby

Every grain on beach
grabs at ankles in vain
The lazy stars shine
light on the deed like a pillow

Our secret is safe
the night sees nothing
Our secret is safe
the day cannot speak.