Mystery


Mystery

The nagging ache of appetite

The hunger for meaning

Is but a reflection

Of emptiness

Formlessness, inward-turning

Desires and delusion

The scenery of life

Immersion in illusion

At the deepest core

You are a mystery

This is the mist

That softens the edges

Of the harshest day

This is the blush of crimson

That transforms the darkest night

Into the joy of dawn

This is the answer

To every unheard question

© Ann Bagnall and AnnieB222.com, 2013.

23PR-085

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