The thin veil of fog slowly rise and
reveals a clear blue autumn sky in the
mirror that lies beneath
The colors of autumn surround me and
the air is clear and fresh
I pass a couple sitting on a bench,
they have a cup of coffee in their
hands; nothing they say can be heard
or understood by me
Their language is as secret as it is
obvious
I look to the sky and let out a long sigh
I turn my eyes to the mirror blank water
and smile
I also know a secret
“Secret Language”, joho 2012-10-12