A (secret)

Innocence is bliss

or is that ignorance?

why not and what ifs

coulda, woulda, shoulda

but I didn't

and here we are

just me and my words

and you and your eyes

no sense in stopping now

keep reading

I have a secret

but I won't tell you till the end

life is so very delicate

(no, that's not the secret)

we all know this is true

look around

it surrounds you

the way a bee crashes

into a butterfly

mid-flight

the way her eyes

softened when they looked

at mine

how paper tears so simply

yet, cuts your finger

just as easily

how a tired father

whispers

"I love you"

making his first

appearance

at tuck in time

and the way the light

combs the hair of the earth

with a little help

courtesy of the wind

You are a masterpiece

perfectly crafted

a blue print

built to life

by the breath

of pure energy

the essence

of the Universe

That was the secret

(tell everybody)