Are there any secrets

Are there any secrets

Left

Perhaps,

For just

One moment

Before the bubbles burst.

Frost is not

White rot

Ice expands

The Earth revolves

Around the sun

We are all

Lost in space

When the owls hoot

And the tower clocks strike

It is no mystery

That bats flee

The belfry.

I lie uncloaked

A billowed sky

Breaks into pieces

Above my head

The wind turns about

Under pressure

To remain

There is a tension

To be broken

A torrent, soon to fall

The weight of it

Pressing down

Stripped of magic

There is no mystery

Myths and legends

Consigned to history

Whatever is not known

Today

Will become so

On the morrow.

It is the way of wonder

To be short-lived

A miracle brooks

No argument

More than likely

The truth of it

Has yet to be

Uncovered