SECRET SIGHS

A dying sun bleeds into an autumn sky,
The darkness soon follows nigh.
And somewhere beneath close-by,
Under the star-crossed autumn sky,
By a field of golden rye,
The shroud of silence stifles a sigh.

On a bed of thorns, do they lie
Here a widow and her lover try
To wipe each other’s tears dry,
And to love each other in the sly.

To love each other in the sly,
A widow and her lover must try.
Whispers he to her "Dear, you mustn’t cry!"
"My love for you will never die."
But by the light of an intruding fire-fly,
She spies a tear roll down his eye.
Outside a soft breeze kisses the rye,
Inside the silence stifles a sigh.

Try as she will, she cannot deny,
Hidden within her bosom is a lie.
Promises of love, oh how they fly,
Like birds in winter, towards a warmer sky.
So as this cold night passes by,
From East a little light has begun to pry,
On their dying love in the sly.

And here under an early sky,
Amidst a field of sleeping rye
Slowly he rises, from where they did lie.
Looks away and says "good-bye"
For once bitten, twice shy,
Giveth a lover a lying eye.
Outside a soft breeze stirs the rye,
Inside the silence stifles a sigh.

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