Mystery

In the middle of a crowd
on the spot there you shall linger
And the first word that you say
should be whisper to the gods

Rift of undisguised terrain
of mist concealed in illusory maps
A ghostly whisper of chancy steps
of faithful token in a dream
Agony of the unknown
of bravery in moving forward

A spot in time that you hold dear
an element of change appears
A love, a cry, a slice of luck
a course in time a change in life

Mist beyond your comprehension
clouding dreams of recollection
Mystery of the unknown
relics left behind as clue

And roads that wait for you to choose
the path of light or darkness be
Strive for greatness
won’t you be

For you hold power unimagined
of destiny and its cryptic meaning
Mystery of everything
worthy of your power is

Every tale has beginning
be it covert or in sight
Every tale has an end
be it pretty or concealed.

So what’s the mystery you have
or the hidden things you keep
What does your life mean to you
or you hold dear close behind.