Your Sea Secret

Your sadness, deeper than a book
 Whose pages drip poetry
 Bound by leather, forged in pain
 Writ like ecsatsy
 Spoken aloud the words feel free
 Though the lines are cold
 Like the mirrors empty way-
 Reflecting all untold

 The open road may call
 The fields may claim their need
 But you burn on paper thrones
 Lost in what you read
 And i loved your sad disguise
 How I held your tears
 Feeling heaven in your eyes
 Yet married to your fears.