Mystique

 

A magic shimmer
skimmed the mystic river
beneath soft moonlit skies

 

'Twas there I discovered
a mysterious lover
completely spellboumd by his penetrating eyes

 

A man mysterious and quiet
I cannot deny it
Like still waters my love ran deep

 

'Twas love at first sight
That magical starlit night
'Alas these mystic waters now weep

 

As night grew long
into to a new rising dawn
Like a phantom my new love disappeared

 

As if into thin air
yet his presence felt near
His mystique, exciting yet weird

 

That was some time ago
But the mystic river still flows
And my soul remembers it well

 

Perhaps someday the mystery shall unfold
of secrets untold
which the mystic forever holds
but is not yet willing to tell

 

 

© 2008 Fran Marie

 

Reviews

[Cold Coffee Magazine]

Secrets will be known in their time not ours, eh?

[Rain]

The Mystic River holds all our answers. This was a beautiful poem , Fran. Rain..