I never speak

I never speak

To soldiers

There is no changing

A certainty

The belief

In a stranger’s heart

Is a closely guarded

Secret

How can I see you

Slipping through shadows

Whispering by candlelight

Waiting for the light

To change

So you might disappear

In the flicker of a curtain

Fade into the pattern

Of a marbled floor

Come to me

When I am sleeping

I never speak

Of what I see

Is it within

Or something on the outside

Believers

Feel they are free

To question me

When I express doubt

It is a recognition

Of complexity

Endeavour toward

Growth

Authenticity

Is not a falsehood

Conviction

Not a truth

I am left to wonder

At the likelihood

Of you

In all its glory

Without a story

How wonderful a thing

To never truly

Know

Or ever

Fully comprehend

It leaves so much more

Than room

For possibility