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. *
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