A Message in My Poetry

The black cat is a mystery,
To me, you see.
But perhaps the lights are not hidden,
To the gems underground.
Ideas of life,
And thoughts of much else,
Might better be told,
By one more bold.

As the drink of the night,
Let's lips lose words,
That may avail,
And reveal a tale,
Of a past,
That may very well not last.

As the frame lies empty,
A tapestry is spun,
As the message is woven,
The frame will then fill,
As the thoughts and ideas,
Will finally then spill.

Author's Note

Someone told me to use poetry to write a hidden message that only the other poet would understand... and this is that message... can you read it? (Read my other new poems and you may understand it more...)