Kept secrets linger —
caught somewhere in
a spiritual realm where
quiet rain falls from dusty skies
and the thin veil of faith shudders

The urge to reveal truth beckons,
a burning need that calls
with a longing, lilting song
crashing like waves washing
across the lake, speckled and brilliant

Loyalty and repercussion blend
until the siren is silenced and
sunlight falls across the rippled ground,
swallowing doubt that echoes
until righteous ghosts disappear



photo: Pixabay
prompts: #AugustFalls18, #SWPrompt64, The Sunday Whirl


Thank you for your comments.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.