Secret Lover
Dave Adkins
He comes to me
when the suns sets
and moon begins to rise.
The silence of the night
is never broken
as the passion inside
burns with a fire
that is everlasting.
In the dead of the night
is when he comes for me
to bring to life the promise
which can not be found in the light.
The screams the break across the sky
is dulled with the pounding
of the rain the comes.
The thunder is dimmly heard
when there is a storm
inside of my mind
hurling my thoughts away
and shattering my will.
I no longer can think
when the sky is dark
and when he is stark.
The storms begins to dwindle
as the time draws near, and
the passion of the thunder
is further away,
and the night is drawing to an end.
The sun is rising
as my bed grows colder
the passion once spent
is gone
fading into the day
which he leaves
heading towards
another home
with a woman
that isn’t me.