Hidden Poem’s Silent Whispers

In the depths of night, where shadows creep,
A whispered secret, a poem to keep.
Words shall dance upon this page,
In the realm of ink, a mystic stage.

Don’t read this poem, let it be,
A hidden treasure, for only me.
For in its verses, secrets hide,
Whispers of love and tears that bide.

The moon shall weep, the stars shall sigh,
As this poem’s secrets flutter by.
A tale untold, a melody unsung,
In the hushed moments when hearts are young.

Don’t read this poem, let it roam,
In the vast expanse of the unknown.
For in its silence, dreams take flight,
And weave their tales in the softest light.

The words may dance, the rhymes may flow,
But only I its depths shall know.
For in this sanctuary, I find release,
A refuge from the world’s endless peace.

So don’t read this poem, let it lie,
In the crevices of my soul’s sky.
For in its sacredness, I find solace,
In the magic of words that silence can’t erase.