A SECRET EACH

Round and about, other things exist,
Inside and within, a Secret sleeps,
Of a life by itself, by itself,
A life unique;
And yet to all life,
A Secret Each;
To be held within, but not doubting,
The stranger and his Secret,
The sea and the beaches,
The baker and his bread,
The graveyards and the graves;
All these and more,
All we hold in awe,
Tell us the parts that make the whole, but,
The whole itself asleep, for,
The parts, a secret each, are,
By themselves unique, with,
A Secret Each.