A Heart’s Telling

At the deepest dusk

under the merging hues 

of fiery orange and whispering white

I hide my heart's lamentation

The sounds of thundering, crushing waves

repetitively attacking the shore

cannot coerce or coax

a telling

Nor can the vigilance of the gulls cawing 

and circling, in vigil 

loosen upon my lips

a telling 

Not even the tide 

could compel a key

to unlock the secret

beating in my chest,

or the bereavement cresting

upon my breath

My mind floating adrift,

and soul set assail

attempted inquiries engrained 

but all of no avail

At the deepest dusk

under the merging hues

of fiery orange and and whispering white

I hide my heart's lamentation

and I'm not 

telling