Secrets

by Megan Auffart

His face contains secrets
There the world is hidden
Beneath his eyes lie the answers to desperate prayers
Behind his lips lay the whispered conclusions
by authors long dead
Softly folded in his hair are the mysteries of the pyramids
Of birdsongs and Atlantis within his silken night
Shrill predictions once sung by prophets
create the roses on his cheekbones
And floating on his breath there drifts the meaning of life
And on that ocean, sweet love, there sails my heart
Drifting on the secret rivers, your sea of riddles and dreams
There my spirit has settled
Waiting for you to find me