My mystique groom
Mystique riders to the sea of life
Appear just once.
They then dissolve away forever
Leaving a note for the muzzy soul to dance.
Their sight act as hallucinogen-
An unresolved maze of enigma,
But an obsession they are to pursue
Beyond all vain stigma.
The morning star’s saucy-son
Pierces the heart to pieces
Whenever on their departure
The winking eye reminisces.
But what is in an imperfect opposite form
That we blunt mortals restlessly pine for?
Tears from the pang of sunder are born
Of ideal lust and ebullient love strong.
The love for love,
The passion for passion at night…
And strange idols of imagination
Concealing better sight.
And then…
Years and years of wait,
Miles and miles separate
Two forms that previously never met
Fall for the each other- is that fate?
Why real world truths never touch
That inhibiting form which in poor veins run?
And if it were so why don’t we completely get
That which in dream we had carefully spun?
Why is love a stinging scar
Disguised in the illusory shape of fun?
Why does love for that mystifying groom
One day as hopeless satiety return?
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