Enigma

A mystery I'll  never see   

Only  the remnants 

Of places you've been 

Can I hear colors 

Can fragrance be seen 

Can melodies chill us 
Is caring a thing 

I feel you in warmth
As you pass slowly by
I hear you in spirits

With voices that cry

You comfort my love

I'll never know why

Your beauty is seen 
In the ones that know you 
The ones that you clean

When painfully blue  
Your touch is unseen 

I am renewed 

© Paul Viel 1999