The Greatest Mystery
Life is the greatest mystery of all,
a strange, magnificent blessing
that came from no one knows where,
and no one knows how.
Like many unexpected gifts,
often we don’t know what to do with it,
or what purpose it has – we have.
And it can be difficult, often painfully so,
......
I was a private detective, and I was deemed one of the best,
As the colorful tulip fields, are forever attracting guests.
My skills seemed often in demand, and indeed kept me moving,
As gold days seem to go red, from our sun's endless cruising!
I loved my work a great deal, for I had an inquisitive mind,
As birdwatchers revel in vivid days, admiring each new find.
I was often quite busy, but rarely took extensive time off,
......
I stumbled away from loneliness and fell into a land called Love.
Upon entry, you must surrender to uncertainty and defenseless transfer thereof
Along with this, you must risk,
your heart as you allow.
At this place, you must grace
your scars and vulnerabilities.
in this place, If you stay
You might enjoy pleasantries.
......
In the garden of my heart, there grows a rose,
a mystery, a beauty, the one my heart chose.
Her smile, a radiant bloom in the twilight's grace,
a secret enhancement, a captivating embrace.
Oh, smile of rose, like petals soft and rare,
in your gentle laughter, I find solace there.
Your eyes, like stars that twinkle in the night,
......
Born in brilliant rose dawn, when dreams were still possible,
I'm a silent ebony shadow, who has never felt the fiery sun.
In cool, dark regions I live, where colors have come undone.
Yet, in this world of dazzle, it is I who ofttimes feels invisible.
But I am all that it is, waltzing on the far side of gold beams,
Until the time of my cheerful undoing, in the rich noon hour!
Then flower scents whirl, as my creator flourishes his power,
Before mellowed afternoon, when he lets me reign supreme!
The Greatest Mystery
Life is the greatest mystery of all,
a strange, magnificent blessing
that came from no one knows where,
and no one knows how.
Like many unexpected gifts,
often we don’t know what to do with it,
or what purpose it has – we have.
And it can be difficult, often painfully so,
......
In the garden of my heart, there grows a rose,
a mystery, a beauty, the one my heart chose.
Her smile, a radiant bloom in the twilight's grace,
a secret enhancement, a captivating embrace.
Oh, smile of rose, like petals soft and rare,
in your gentle laughter, I find solace there.
Your eyes, like stars that twinkle in the night,
......
The absolute reign of night lasts forever
And throbs from wet drums within lengthen its royal reign.
Constellations stud the lashes with midnight views;
Salutations from the owls’ wing-flaps welcome the
Sponge web of the womb of this hour
And the sable-garmented, freezing, old, festered
December day lives on.
Arrangements of coloured words without voice begins.
......
My mind had always wondered of those we live among,
too many times I heard the tales and even learned the song.
For in this world,
the mortal world,
the land of good and sin,
we don’t live alone but we share the earth with a race of living Jinn.
God created Jinn from fire and from dust created man,
mortal souls with subtle bodies,
but with a longer life span.
......
my mind is a ball of yarn, you try and unravel it
with paws and whiskers.
my mind wanders as a winding road in the depts of Switzerland. you try and walk it,
whit paws and whiskers
whiskers and paws with deep blue eys,
yellow sunflowers looking trough me,
trough my ball of yarn,
to the core
......