ready to grow

do not tell me those secrets, now, please
these everyday interactions
are laced with emotions
that we wish to process
but the masks we wear
prevent us from being seen
even in a mirror
branches lean down toward water
sun leans down toward horizon
sinking
slow and unsure of herself
until time after time
she gains confidence
she masters the motion
of setting out of our view
sun setting
moon rising
perspective shifts
mountainous rifts
providing gifts
treasure the time you have alone
creating a personal space zone
happiness is more possible
than you believed during the vast confusion
someday
I will take in those secrets and release them
on the wind so they land gently
like seeds ready to grow
in fertile soil