A light of chance with words you write it shows
Subtle hidden a closed gate yet now swing
Waiting without a mere thought to impose
Inked words never spoken somehow still sing

As locks open with words served as the key
Nor tell whisper my true secret feeling
Silent you stay but you simply agree
My words now pressed welcome the true healing

Merely a glimpse of the story is shown
Secrets displayed have yet to be revealed
Deep in the page rests the truth to be known
In front of you yet still somehow concealed

Ever are my pen marks ready to share
My thoughts now are whispers lost in the air