Indelible Memories

Oh heart, thou hear my anguished cry
beneath the canopy of a starlit sky.
My secrets you hear and keep within,
unbreakable walls, encircled by chain,
and locked with but a single key
entrusted to no one, except for me.

But when nights grow long, and sleep alludes,
memories awaken, and secrets break through.
To whom might I entrust such indelible memories:
my hopes, my dreams, my pains, my treacheries?

Why, to She! whose silence is quite assured,
whose illuminating presence can capture and lure;
She is strong and tranquil; an everlasting constant,
my mother, my inspiration, my goddess, my confidant.

To she, oh heart, whose walls are tattered
and the resistance of my binding chains shattered;
share with her, your secrets kept,
she’ll tell no soul of how you wept -
at love stolen away, forever gone,
or angered hate that resulting, spawned
sadness unbridled, a yawning abyss,
the rekindling desire, a lascivious kiss.

Your wisdom, I invoke, pale night mistress,
While surrounded in your silvery tresses.
And in the moonlit haven protected,
naught but contented dreams are expected.