What if when I die
The mystery of your soul
Is unsolved by mine
Tag Archives: Mystery
Hats
Ev’ry step a mystery
Sometimes not the pretty type, but just a bloody mess
We each walk the same road, trying our utmost
And whether witness, victim, detective or criminal
We’re left watching, or seeking retribution, a solution or redemption
Hoping
Oft’ to no avail
Tingling: A Haiku
Of intuition
Be most confident of this
You know what you know 
But So
Blond BMX brat
I wrote him a mystery
The first boy I went crazy for
I don’t know what for
Day after day did I watch
From my window
My letter in his hands
I wonder what I said
Perhaps it was just my gesture
Each day he pedaled faster
I heard him finally take a guess
He had hope in his voice, or disbelief
Perception
Actual
Virtual
Premonition
Hope
Discerning you
Always
A mystery
They think
China: Another Haiku
Lost in the seconds
For there is a mystery
With whom I must dance
My Mystery
This primal laughter
This quiet cry
Comes
From the peaceful place
That knows you know me
Whether you know it
Is my mystery
Thank you
London: A Haiku
Tell yourself today
The great mystery of you
You’ll live at long last
Lightening
Fair is the one
Who squares shoulders with you
Goes toe to toe
Looks into those eyes
Digs deep effortlessly
And unveils the mysteries you never knew about you
Who does that dance with you
Like To Sing
I’ll ever have hope
I see what that makes me
Looking through these eyes I’m giv’n
It means I can’t reject magic or
Dismiss mystery in
People surrounding me
It makes me forever
A prisoner tucked quietly in
Grey rooms watching the wind
I am eyes poised ahead
Seeing all that makes me
I’ll ever have hope
