Little Mountain Holds Secrets …
The little mountain holds secrets of my soul,
it knows the sincere love expressed, so true,
comes from my heart and the mountain listens
through all seasons, understanding,
why the thoughts I have cannot be open to any but you,
so there it is safe to express in silence.
Words like flowers in the spring,
grow tenderly and true,
covering the mountain with love,
pure, their beauty portrays, with fragrant joy,
love for you in my heart, you will always be there,
whatever path in life you decide to follow.
Summer blooms burst forth relentlessly and brilliant,
to send love to you in spirit only,
tis safe within my heart and there will stay forever more,
boldly the flowers express, silent I remain,
tis not for me to force the seasons on, time will,
I so enjoy, each season in their own time.
Autumn holds softer warmth following
the heat of summer’s boldness so refined,
I ask not for what may come,
all is as it should be and will be alright,
each leaf falling like a word in flight,
warm colors filling my heart for love’s sake.
Winter snows cover and protect,
my secrets so like flower seeds,
far beneath the cold white snow soft they lay in cozy rest,
till the snow melts and spring bestows upon them the sun’s warmth,
for yet another season of life,
with truth in heart and soul.
Then, if questions you have ask them true
for I will be honest with you,
and not run away or avoid,
but embrace that which has been on your mind,
to accept what is in your heart and soul,
my love is not conditional but sincere.
There, on the mountain, so like my soul,
love for you will remain in my heart’s keep,
forever glowing with warmth and comfort
where you can always abide safe without fears,
know your heart and be the captain of your ship and I,
I will never forsake thee.
© 2018 Phyllis Doyle Burns