The Mystery of You


When we are talking, and I look at your hair,

the mystery deepens.

How can the world be in

a few strands, of black and grey,

with a little bit of brown?

How can one set of eyes, hold

so many answers, give so many clues,

so that the world makes sense?

I wonder,

how can skin be so soft,

so intoxicating,

so exhilarating, when I hold you?

Listening to you breathe,

hearing your heart,

50+ years, and still holding the fire,

still climbing mountains,

still conquering galaxies,

how do you do it?

May I always be worthy,

of your love.


Note: Originally posted April 15, 2015

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies


45 thoughts on “The Mystery of You

    1. Thank you JR! Yes I love that line too. A long time ago I write a story about Native Americans, a woman had that name, “Holds the Fire”. Peace to you and great blessings.

      1. Yes all on this site. Maybe the best way would be searching by the term First Nations. Some main characters are, Thunder Speaking, Bluebird, RedHawk. And then there is the old wise woman, a healer by the name of Cricket in the Meadow. And I made up some names of tribes so I would not offend anyone including the Ite and the Grie.

      2. I have alot of fiction here – short stories, and some were a series, including The Last People on Planet Earth, and The Escape (a romance on a sailing yacht by that name).

  1. Beautiful words fitting for a wonderful wife. She is a very lucky lady to have such an appreciating husband and so are you to have such a wonderful wife. I wish you both many blessings of Love, Light and Healing Energies. May God Bless you both 🙂 ❤

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