I have this secret hidden space
that is mine, a mystery place alone,
but not lonely, where I can
be with this self uncluttered
that is just for me, and no one
else has permission to peek and see.
And here with my self’s thoughts
and feelings rising I am naked and
uncontrolled-free to invent and
fly to whatever whimsy I choose.
My secret place is at night when
the darkness let’s my creatures out
and the mystery of being unfurls
in daring play that no soul sees
but me as imagination, words and
sleep come to this, my hideaway.