There is a faint watermark
In your voice
A hint
Of something
Deeper.
Your eyes
Dart about
Keeping time
With your vagaries
Until you hit
On your truth
- And then
They are
Rat sharp
And unblinking.

A secret
Is so superior
A hushed whisper
Bugled
From mouth to ear.
It gathers words
As it moves
A novel in the making.