Thou art mystery

Mystery

I know not who You are or the place from which You come

I see you not for you are the darkness in which you thrive

Oh mystery

You are the fear in the eyes of a lost child and the angst in the heart of a mother letting go

You have not the will nor the fortitude of spirit to deny me

Sweet mystery

You no longer stand in my shadow or whisper in my ear

In fact mystery with every passing day you fade a little more and life becomes quickly predictable

Now mystery

I remember you fondly and I thank you for all that you have inspired