Mystery Man Poem by Miri AMR

Mystery Man



Who is this? ... I ask,
this mystery man,
Who has taken the task of
wearing this mask?
Who hides in the dark?
Leaning and looking,
he seems to be joking,
so very capricious,
who knows what he wishes?
I hope he is amiable,
colloquial, equitable.
Willing to befriend, and seek
goodness in all.
I don't want to fall, as
I feel, lamentably,
however so imperceptibly,
my wonder's amiss.
Unknown to me,
is it wrong to let it be?
can't speak, can't talk,
I feel so weak, when I hear the
tip tatter of his walk.
Unknown to me,
what inference may be,
this man, what sobriquet?
What then may be,
these unknown intentions.
Mystery man with your mystery eyes,
watching and looking
at your mystery view,
holding an open rose
so near your mystery heart,
oh, won't you give me a clue,
tell, do tell, what should I do?
My mystery man.

Santa Nella, CA
1/5/2009

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