Enigma
Mysterious mysteries or half an idea
flimsy illusion join the ego to fear
Moons transparent mist silent tone
for the spirits fit to find its throne
The intimate embodiment and essence
in beauty of our almighty presence
To know more of that heart passion
high tone of spirit as daily ration
Everything and nothing are
that grace in reflection of a star
In sacred dreams therein knows
souls and greater souls repose
Memories of far off enchanted side
serenest world and urgent fate
The love haunted heart under spell
phantoms remembered very well
Copyright © Robert Rittel | Year Posted 2021
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