29 April 2012
A thought came alive, but away it hid.
It stole a glance, from under the eyelids.
Sometimes from you, sometimes from me, it asked for words to set it free.
Words to wear, so from the lips it can flee.
A voice it can embrace and sway with glee.
But this thought is a feeling.... Just a feeling.
Like a fragrance floating in the breeze.
A fragrance that is unspeaking.
You live with it, I'm aware of it.
Out in the open for the world to see.
What is this unknown mystery?
Unknown Mystery • Opuss № I