POEM: UNKNOWN MYSTERY

A thought came alive, but away it hid;
It stole a glance from under the eyelids;
Sometimes from you, sometimes from me;
It asked for words to set it free.

Words to wear, so from the lips it can flee;
A voice it can embrace and sway with glee;
But this thought is a feeling, just a feeling.

Like a fragrance floating in the breeze;
A fragrance that is unspeaking;
You live with it, 'm aware of it;
Out in the open for the world to see
What is this unknown mystery?


By:
BERYL KARY