The floodgates.

In the moonlit quiet times,
The floodgates start to open.
Thoughts so carefully hidden,
And all those things unspoken,
Start to flow up to the surface,
Raise their persistent head.
They want to be heard,
And not be left unsaid.
They whisper in your ear.
They want to seep in to your dreams.
They will not be silenced forever,
Or at least that’s how it seems.