secrets

When the time comes
I shall lay bare
Tiny bouquets of secrets tucked away
Somewhere inside me
Dust will have settled, and wrought
Ancient patterns, for
Secrets age beautifully, they fade yet,
Gleam with self luminosity
But, would it not seem a sacrilege
To pluck them away from a sanctum
And humiliate them before jaundiced eyes
To be trussed up improperly as a rumour
And paraded. And pulverized.
So, sshhh!
Let my secrets stay mine!