my mystique

it would seem
that as it goes
there is no
color before the storm

we stand together, all good
with wonder
is there another way
that’s right
to shake my mystique?

speak to me now
in the only way
you know how

© r.e.l. 4/8/12

image by simeon schatz photography

Posted to Poetry Picnic 4/8-4/15/12 on Jingle Poetry