My Mystery ~

I hold three magic rocks, in my hand
rolling them over and over and over
leaving this reality behind, far behind

A whisper touched my cheek
spreading warmth of a promise,
speaking a plan of what was to be

Gently circling around my tearful eyes,
opening them wide letting the promise
come in revealing the mystery of my love

Held by the arms of a power not seen,
being taught the lessons of lonely solitude
preparing for what is in store for my heart

I rise to the plan gently bestowed before me
dreaming of peaceful solitude made for two
as I come together with the one who is

my mystery -

revealed


Sixth Place Winner
A Magical Journey Poetry Contest
November 22, 2009 ~ PoetrySoup.com