Go ahead, keep your secrets

"Teach me about myself," I say.
So, you take me to the edge
and point my eye at nothing.
"My life is a void?" I ask.
"Ah," you say, "watch closely."
So, I watch as you expose
the brink of the universe,
where the twirling of the planets
and the twinkling of the stars
have nothing left to hide;
where empty space laughs
and unleashes billions of lights
that become as easy to grasp as
the kindergarten sum of one plus one.

Plains Milky Way from Randy Halverson on Vimeo.

"I can know all this?" I gasp.
"Oh yes," you say. "It's all quite plain."
Then you lean down low.
"I have counted all your days," you say with usual sweetness.
"Tell me about them," I plead.
I look to see your answer but
you have slipped into your silence--
the kind that demands nothing but smiling
and nothing but breathing.
"Go ahead," I say as I lean closer to you,
"keep your secrets."
"I will tell you this," you say,
"you and I can know all things,
but you and I will always remain a mystery."