MOONDANCE

My ring-a-ring-o-roses,
Jiving queen,
Whose Mona Lisa
Smile serene,
Confides her secret,
There to glean,
The invisible hides
In what is seen.

PASSWORD

There is no vault strong enough,
To render our secrets impotent,
No matter what we may believe.
They shimmer with all the colours of a rainbow,
Something the tongue can never achieve.

SMILE

Our secret,
Safe for eternity,
Beguiling
With a familiar smile,
Amusing itself,
With strawmen
And windmills.