Enigma

Mysterious mysteries or half an idea

flimsy illusion join the ego to fear

Moons transparent mist silent tone

for the spirits fit to find its throne

The intimate embodiment and essence

in beauty of our almighty presence

To know more of that heart passion

high tone of spirit as daily ration

Everything and nothing are

that grace in reflection of a star

In sacred dreams therein knows

souls and greater souls repose

Memories of far off enchanted side

serenest world and urgent fate

The love haunted heart under spell

phantoms remembered very well