Keeper of Secrets

You are the keeper of my secrets
that have been whispered in the dead
of night when no one else would
hear. I’ve turned my eyes to you,
my benevolent mother, for the
safety I’ve never felt elsewhere.
You’ve never betrayed me and have
never looked at me with reproach.

You held me in your grace all those many
years ago when I stared up into your
glowing, quiet face in the wee hours of
the morning, searching for comfort.
Together we heard the distant train
making its way through town,
a drawn-out mournful call that only the
alone could hear. You let my tears fall
freely without admonishment.

Your steadiness is dependable and
the tides dance in and out, ebbing
and flowing at your bidding…your
strength disguised by your humility.

Your gentle smile showers love through
the cosmos, limitless and enveloping
I feel the energy pulsating your cool
glow, spreading serenity.

The stars blink in silver and gold as
your reflection sparkles in their eyes.
Eons of light flows in waves
within this universal hum.

It reaches my ears and with closed eyes I join you in a calming chant of om.

Grace prompts us to write of the moon at dVerse Poets.

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  1. Reblogged this on poetry, photos and musings oh my! and commented:
    When a poem moves me as much as this, I feel I must share it.


  2. Bewitching 😄


  3. I think the detail of the train that only the lonely can hear adds such a dimension… I like the thought of befriending the moon like this…


  4. This has such a hypnotic feel to it.. especially in the opening lines..! ❤


  5. Telling your secrets to the moon… Lovely !


  6. Moon as confidante – sweet


  7. LOVE the last stanza and last line. Keeper of secrets — wonderful title for your words here. And I can hear that distant train….just beautifully writ!


  8. Keeper of secrets, dependable, surely a wise and gentle mother. The calming chant is soothing in the night Gayle. Love your share !


  9. Gayle….lovely, lovely. You have struck a universal light with this poem of comfort and the moon. Just lovely.


  10. There is a melody in your lines ..they evoke universal feelings of comfort and traditional safe harbor aspects of the moon. I love the gentle smile!


  11. Oh, the moon as benevolent mother, how very beautiful.


  12. Glenn Buttkus

     /  August 31, 2016

    So gentle & loving–not the moon I usually see; gives me new perspective. Nothing like a train horn late at night to set seers kinds of moods.


  13. She must hear so many secrets, never shares them, is always there for us. Lovely, Gayle.


  14. Beautiful, Gayle. What a nice metaphor for the moon. 😊👏


  15. Ah, Gayle, I knew at the outset that this was a poem about the moon! I, too, have confessed to her and she has kept my secrets. Powerful yet subtle—I long to be more like our sister, the moon! 🙂


  16. How beautiful. This leaves me a little bit breathless. “keeper of my secrets” — what an amazing, glowing companion to have. ❤


  17. Such a beautiful, intimate relationship with the moon, so well described….beginning with the title.


  18. Sandor Ferenczi, an early disciple of Freud, believed that deep down in human consciousness is the memory of birth from the sea, of that first fish that experienced the grief of separation from the liquid mother. How can we forget that cataclysm? And it once was thought that the moon came from the Pacific Ocean, was delved, like a child, to the sky — thought it’s probably not true (the moon is apparently an errant planet which got stuck in Earth’s orbit after colliding), the ennui and yearning of this ancient relationship runs deeply through your poem. So the Om is our identity with sea and moon, the grand theme which haunts all poetry, a love which is both personal and archetypal. This poem struck me as a harmonium of that …


  19. I love this gentle companion moon. =)

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  20. Lovely. The first stanza really drew me in – keeper of secrets, benevolent mother who never turns away.


  21. The moon is the prefect confidant…she’ll never betray your trust.


  22. I love the turn from your second to third lines, how the second one ends with “dead,” and then we realize there’s more to that thought. Very nice!


  23. Nice write my friend. I have been joining in at Rick’s site doing a Haiku within a piece of art to create a Haigu. Makes you think for sure. Hope all is well.



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