Sherlocked, Still

I wanted the mystery
I’m not the only one
It’s still there, waiting
And it never runs
Nor tries to hide

So I spy
Sometimes unintentionally
With my little hoping eye
And see
Intrigue smile at me — what glee!

Thankful for such prophecy
This jubilant rush
Calls with none notice
And we run…and we see
Magnificat unlocked

Inspiration Credit: Psalm 103:1; “Bless the LORD, O my soul, and all that is within me, bless His holy name!”

Sleek Retro Racers

If I were a motorcycle
I’d not wear a radio
Music to me matters too much

I would hope my handler
Would hold fast to my handlebars
She’d perfect my growl, I’d protect her glee

We’d wander where the warm days
Roar quiet into forked roads 
Riding together, torque and leather