Soft Wonder

Soft Wonder - A Shakespearean Sonnet (09/30/09)

How many times do i continuously wonder?
Ever so softly without saying a monotonous word
Wouldn't it be any different if we were both older?
Will it give us our turn to be openly heard?

It never leaves my lips, barely even a whisper
The wind blows it away to be forever long forgotten
Such soft language couldn't have meaning any greater
But it lies in shackles, behind bars, locked in my scarlet den

Behind and in between the walls of where you sleep
There is that whisperer, whispering at will, longing for an ear
Locked behind the unbreakable; what secrets do i keep?
Waiting for you to walk past me; wont you come here?

Softly i wonder, how to let it out
Here i ask myself; "what is this secrecy all about?"