All Is Known, But Never Spoken Of Ever Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Solemn secrets kept hidden away from prying eyes,
not needing to be seen or recognized in this temp-
orary living space.

A special attitude that falls open upon awakening
every morning, taking out selective moods that are
want to spread their puzzle pieces of life itself.

Watching carefully as serenity is laid on heavenly
clouds of joy, floating, drifting into the heavens
where all is known, but is never spoken of at all.