Dreams.................Hopes.......Regrets...... Poem by RIC BASTASA

not everything is
written
here it is perhaps said
somewhere
only you can hear
even you
secrets become revealed
and you
become uncomfortable, here
not everything is said, it is
written in secret pages of the mind
remember those windows and
those widows, there, sometimes
what is said is not what is meant,
paths are made by those ahead
of us,
at dead-ends we clear the
trees and make our own paths
and those gates and walls
and pinnacles
for not everything is said
some, and these are the most
important and
even the most disturbing,
or perhaps
your essence, are,
is, am, kept by the chambers
of your heart.
love, hate, regrets, hopes,
dreams.