Writing the mystery

Writing the mystery

The mystery from the Muse

the Muse from my heart

my heart holds this moment

precious and wild

wild like Mother Nature

the teet that fed

you its golden milk

that sacred substance

some might call ambrosia

the nectar of the gods

the god in everything we breathe

and smell

the touch of a leaf of sage

both soft and slightly rough

on my fingers when I rub it backwards

backwards I feel I am

walking in footsteps of the great unknown

unknown each day in its small

dewdrop essence of beauty and chaos

chaos in the morning teacups and crumbs

the crumbs I pick up five times

each day, after every meal

meals I prepare for every being

In my house husband child cat dog

the dog is a puppy

the puppy is a baby

the baby is contending attention

with the four year old

attention is what I cant spare

spare time that long forgotten mystery

mystery lying underneath each glance

the constant glance of supervision of the whole

the whole story gets told through its tiny specs

a spec of sand from the cosmos

tells about you and me today

today is the day I write

writing is my love

love is everything

everything contains mystery


Tangerine and mint leaves

Tangerine and mint leaves

on my tongue

I look in the mirror to discover a new reflection

The smell of your hair chocolate and smoke

I inhale to know more of our world together

Sunday afternoon walks the mist of city

Rain Envelopes me

lanky legs alongside mine

piano fingers entwined in mine

Your gait faster

Yet there is fire in my step

Something of Tangiers or the Mediterranean

Mint growing in the garden

On a sunny Sunday afternoon

When we were young and knew

no more than now of life

Mint leaves fresh and crisp

The coolness of an ice-cream sandwich

Green tea on ice

You diving into the pool with blue trunks

we used to meet underwater

like lost mermaids of the mind

our kiss a seal on the universe

a testament to long lost love

beaches on the Mediterranean

the sun diving into the turquoise sea

that shade of blue I can’t put into words

it pulls my heart

in an island off Turkey mosaics underwater

Hellenistic? Somebody whispered Alexander.

You smiled. The great.

The great memories of summers gone

Pulling tangerine wedges apart

Orange flesh on tongue

Melting chocolate

And you thought you cared

You cared the world into being.