Tell me a Riddle...
That I would not know.
Tell me, is a Riddle all it seems?
Is it a Riddle in itself with many different means?
Tell me a Riddle...
That is witty and fun
Will it be one that I will not solve?
Look at the sun
What do you see?
Is it not a mystery?
With many a History?
The way it revolves with many a spheres
Is it a Riddle that contains all fears?
Or like broken glass with many sharp shears?
Tell me a Riddle...
What will it be?
You are a boy I will never figure out
Of that there is no doubt.
With your hair untamed and eyes like fire
While mine are full of seeping desire.
With your lithe build and hasty attire.
So tell me a Riddle...
That I will not solve
But tell me this..
Will you save me one last sweet kiss?
Or a smile that I will not forget?
Or perhaps a hug that I will remember...
On this cold lonely December.
Like a window in space
I see you...sitting on a windowsill...
So out of place.
You look so sad, lonely, and cold.
I wonder...
Will you ever look happy and bold?
Then you look up...
Straight at me.
You reach out as if to pull me in...
But you can't because I don't belong.
You look like you have been waiting.
For so long...
But I do not belong...
I wish I did
But I do not
Am I even the girl that you so sought?
Was all your dreaming all for nought?
You're losing a battle that you so well fought.
I wish I could just appear right next to you
Where we could both look at the Moon.
But I can't.
So you'll keep on hating.
Is it too late to pull you back?
So tell me a Riddle
So everlasting
Like a Speller with a casting.
I won't stop but I will keep going.
Living, knowing
That I will find solace
Knowing that you are just around the corner...
I look down at my work,
With my quill in hand.
There is a notebook
With two pictures
Facing each other
One is a Riddle that I will never solve
And the other is words
Flowing over the paper like sands through the hourglass
I reluctantly put down my quill
But not before I sneak one last look at those eyes.
I fear I will loose myself in them.
I take my hand and give it kiss
And press it gently against the paper.
Then I promise that I will visit again.
Would it be so bad to loose myself in those depressing eyes?