Mysterious Stranger

Mysterious stranger,

your eyes say nothing.

Hear no evil,

speak no evil –

 or of anything else.

Silence quickens your

cloak and dagger policies;

Within, a mute appeal,

without, this aura of secrecy.

Languish, Conversant Muse –

no hint will loosen

these lips once sealed.

Double-locked vault,


your unknown sum,


of so much

in your


11 comments on “Mysterious Stranger

  1. snowbirdpress says:

    Silence is the most precious thing to me… it’s the place of still waters where I can see the reflections of things – where my heart knows its own song.

    • melodylowes says:

      Wow – how beautiful that sounds. Like music… I too regenerate under silence, especially the silence of nature – which isn’t silent, but supremely restful all the same.

  2. Caddo Veil says:

    Ooooh, electric colors and enigmatic verse–LOVE IT ALL, Melody!!

  3. Madilyn says:

    What a wonderful poem, Melody! What kind of lovely flower is that?

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