Enigma

I hear a voice over the oceans Fading away in midst air I search for him so eagerly But can’t find him anywhere. I feel his presence, hear his echoes, rhythm of his blood mystically flows I taste his perfume sweet sensations Arousing me soft and slow. He’s my enigma, the mystery legend Running ahead of time and space He’s fast and agile, sweet and fragile Roaming around with no dead ends. I stand here waiting, fascinated Yearning for the untold Listening to the waves telling their stories Of what lies there far beyond. Might it be, he’s not even out there But dwelling deep inside Embracing my emotions, absorbing every thought running through my mind. * FIRST PLACE in the "Contest 425 Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor. *