Pink Stone

What are your secrets?
Where do you go?
What is this dream?
I want to know.

Off to the magic
deep blue sea
“I will tell you my secrets,”
Rock said to me.

“My secrets are wishes
of the sea,”
that you once
whispered to me.

As you sit
in front of me
I know you have secrets
hidden from me.

Many stories
never to be told
such a mystery
of what you hold.