This Mystery

This feeling, it enters me mysteriously 

I am unsure of it’s meaning 

Or what it has prepared for me 

If it shall be a dinner with golden plates and wine

If it will go and drift away in time

I’m sure I’ve had this before

Though, nothing like this, I’m sure

It’s a fog that flies in the sky

A lighthouse cannot tell me what I see

And I stare and I stand

I’m not sure of what I need

Or how to find it 

It just hangs, gliding down 

Into my throat and mind

Is it a loving embrace?

Or is it a heavy mace?

Ready to drop me down to my feet

And stab at me

Until I die

This feeling it entrances me, most mysteriously

I cannot decipher 

I cannot make sense 

Of its words 

I’ve stopped trying

But it has kept me living

Maybe it’s love

Maybe it’s hurt

I’m done solving this mystery