It's No Mystery How Much I Loathe Mankind.. But Who Can Resist?

I am in love with mystery What makes an clock loud to silence but quiet to sound Can we taste the clouds rain has burst from Touch the hearts of sinners for remorse June is my friend And so is May But when I sat to think about it... So is every month When it was hot I enjoyed the salt my sweat makes Just the right seasoning to a summers day When it's cold I will run like a child Through the snowy mountain caps Singing Christmas songs and spinning a dreidel I remember the boy I will kiss Puckering up to a potential greater than puberty Dancing to the thunder as it claps a standing ovation I am in love with the moments when a scholar is lost at words I am infatuated with priests who pray silently I am the holder of the forgotten And the descendent of the mystery Rise and be what makes them ill Shall always make me smile