Secrets of a Different Kind

A certain something that I always knew
was nearing my lips,
but never really reached them. It peeked
through my eyes.
Searching, it asked you, sometimes it asked me.
Asked for some words. Words that it could drape
and travel up to my lips. Wrap itself
in the arms of my voice and waltz.
Slowly.
But this certain something is a feeling
beyond feeling.
A fragrance that floats in the air;
one that is speechless.
You know it.
I am aware of it.
Neither is it concealed from the world at large
I wonder what kind of a secret it is.