The Lost Secret

A Poem by A Lawless Lad

It's an old poem that I converted into a sonnet.

He entered the old house in frozen sweat

A cacophony of drumbeats were his two feet

With the restless timpani of his heart as they met

Their encounter was a moment so sweet

They waltzed with the swaying of the orange trees

And mockingbirds sang their songs at midnight

While they weaved themselves in the autumn breeze

He gazed into her eyes of light

So he stepped inside with means to write

To engrave this moment in time’s memory

But although the words seemed to flow all right

The eyes of others seemed a treachery

So he burned all fourteen of the pages

To keep their love lost to all of the ages

© 2014 A Lawless Lad

Author's Note

I'd appreciate a better title.

Originally I had this told from the first person, and the gender was ambiguous. How do you feel about the change? I almost felt as though it was ironic that somebody would write about something they deliberately tried to keep a secret.