MYSTERY

I fell in love with the son of Zeus. Being the daughter of the mighty dragon, he has a way of coercing my flames whenever I want to shed some dirt. A fateful story of water and fire, good and evil bound by a magical power enclosed in a shiny crystal, one of it's kind, from the ancient rocks beneath the valley of spirits.

I met a walking mystery in my young years and ever since it baffles me how its memory is still concretely stuck in my head to date.

A male being so young but an aura of power is what defines him. I mean, you need not those awkward exaggerated intro speeches to notice the presence of 'a rare intellectual' in the room. Just a two-word greeting and curiosity is creeping up your knees and nerves.

It is still a mystery how he caught my attention for years without even trying, not that he has lost it. Loosing is unheard of in his world. Sometimes I blame it on my weird attraction and delusions on this 'beyond normal' world. Otherwise I wouldn't have been caught up in his obsession...... well maybe!!

I sink on the cozy couch next to me, my favorite coffee hot as usual and watch him as he does what y'all unable to,'trap my mind and soul'. The former is easier but the latter you need to have Zeus's blessings before the dawn.

There's a way his tiny fingers play round the brim as if casting some spell I can't intervene. His tiny eyes flicker from the lights of his desktop as he turns to give me a shy smirk,a confirmation that the coffee is right, I presume. 

An artistic photo of him, taken in the lands of wherever and the times of whenever, black and white as usual graces the wall behind him, well drawn by some inspired artist probably one of the few talented hands still alive. I stare blankly at it as I try to figure out how man-made lens could capture an image of an immortal creature like you, one without a shadow and leaves no footprints.

Mystery is how you diffuse in the atmosphere like the vapour you are, and your heroic scent gives me nostalgia.

Mystery is how you converge with the universe like you were a piece of the Galaxy.

Mystery is how you maintain balance and peace between the calm and bold souls inside your adopted mortal body.

Mystery is how you never crumble no matter the rocky road you carelessly race on.

Mystery is how you manage to make the mortal world loose focus of your existence yet brushing through their noses daily.

Mystery is how I find you peaceful and happy in this chaotic world we live in.

Mystery is how Zeus would leave you here while the other gods boarded the last ship.

Mystery is what convinced him; must have been the delusional belief that the mortals needed one of your kind and you're the best in what you do.

Mystery is the bright constellation that dances in your room at night when you fall asleep.

Mystery is the angels that pay you a visit every second week of summer; carrying scrolls with visual writings only you can understand.

Mystery is how your skin glows in the dark and the marks on your back flicker like the street lights running down the road in my hometown.

Mystery is how your voice calms down the wails of troubled souls and yet commands the ground we stamp our feet on.

Mystery is how the great Greek gods envy you and yet tremble and give sacred decrees at the service of your name.

Mystery is how you claim you never wanted all this, the power I think.

Mystery is how I can't and will never figure you out..... maybe.

Mystery is how you make certain that no one knows of your existence yet the mortal lives revolve on your tiny soft palms.

Mystery is how you are available and yet still not at anyone's disposal.

Mystery is how I can't help following your fragrance wherever you lead whenever you want.

Mystery is that sign you do to the sky at the seashore facing the sunset; I presume it is some communication to our kind watching from a far 

Mystery is my wishes of my days to come and the incense I am ready to burn to your father Zeus in favor of my wish.

Mystery is the fate life has for me, for you, for .......!!