All by ourselves

We were headed, headed out,
We were going in a direction.
No tricks or intrigue.
It was a nice day to hitchhike..

Dozen of treads, all going the same direction.
We waited for our hitch.
There were train tracks
And a fog-blacked lake,

Beauty in its autumn slippers
Approached us by degrees
On the gravel path.
We were hitching a ride out.

Paolo Driussi.

Sooner or later you will tell

Do you look right through me?
I like the dust you sweep
Under the rug
Keeping me a secret

Secrets start upon the lips, 
Then travel to another's ear, 
Be careful though, if it slips, 
Because secrets can cause fear. 

Sometimes impossible to keep, 
They leave you restless and dry, 
But the curiosity burns with remorse. 
Sooner or later you will tell.

Paolo Driussi