Questions to the Mysterious Man
Posted by Kaleidoscope on May 28, 2006
Written by Mystique Copyright © 2006
Where shall I meet you, my man?
Under the rain?
Under the sun?
Or under the sea?
Shall I meet you in Beirut?
In London or in Jeddah?
Are you one of those strangers I meet everyday?
Are you one of those men whose names I forget?
Are you one of those men I knew some time ago?
When shall I meet you?
In November? August? December?
Shall I meet you at night? Or at dawn?
At nine or at noon?
My questions to you, my mysterious man
Are written
On my soul and my heart
My words to you, my mysterious man
Are on my lips and my fingertips
If you know how to let those words ebb and flow
You will see my insanity
You will taste on my lips the red wine since the French Revolution
You will feel the skin that has been bathed in a fountain of honey and milk
You will smell the hair that smells like earth & jasmine
You will be blessed to conquer
That body
That soul
That mind
That head
And that heart
That no one had the honor to conquer before
I wrote to you long ago, my mysterious man
Long ago when I was a young girl
Then again, when I was a lady
And now when I am a woman
No longer am I searching for a man
No longer am I waiting for him facing the storms of the sea
Or the wickedness of the desert around me
No longer am I anticipating a moment where I meet your shadow
Or see a glimpse of you under that thick black veil
My emotions are realized
My feelings are enticed
My heart is immortalized
My soul is masqueraded by the tranquility of my inner peace and serenity
Realized, enticed, immortalized by me, myself and I
Alone, without thee
The mysterious man
May 28, 2006 at 2:52 pm
Lovely as usual, Mystique beyond critique
May 29, 2006 at 10:22 am
Very interesting. I disagree with the ending.
May 29, 2006 at 10:43 am
Qater Cat,
Meow, Thanks hun :”)
Hope,
Long ago I’ve been searching, and thought that finding him my aim, I thought about it everyday..
I realized later that, I can enjoy my self without him..
The ending is more of “self actualization” and fulfillment.. and it shows how strong I became….
May 29, 2006 at 12:38 pm
That man can never be attained for he is more of a fantasy than a consistent reality.
It seems at the end of the poem you become a familiar mystery to yourself! Deliberate?
;^)
May 30, 2006 at 8:07 am
We all can live on our own. In fact, even if there is someone with us, there are times where we still feel that loneliness within. We always tend to make the same mistake which is searching for that particular person instead of searching for our true selves. Along the way while searching for self, the other will come into your life. I used to think I had myself figured out until I faced hard bumps that made me stumble. I then focused on myself a little more, then someone came into my life naturally and seeped in with no invitation. I NEVER thought that this is what I would settle for in the end, but there is something supernaturally strange about this world that can never be explained. I realized that I had no idea without him. Why? because once I knew who I really was during hard times, I knew what I really wanted in a man instead of making lousy fake conditions out of the air. After I met him, that strong self fulfilled person I thought I am, was just an illusion that I’ve created for myself. We should also let nature play its role instead of fighting it. I believe in self fate, but I also believe in God’s fate. I hope Im not sidetracking. Nice to meet you Mystique
June 6, 2006 at 10:36 am
Tantalize,
To my self I am a mystery and a puzzle that I cannot solve. Throughout the past year, I have been in search for my real self, and when I actually thought I have found it, I realized that there was much more to know about myself. The process is endless I guess.. I think Life is about fulfilling,enticing,enlightning and hmmm “Tantalizing” yourself.
Hope,
I totally agree with you, I believe that “the mysterious man” when he shall beautifully intrude himself in my life, I’ll be a different person, I’d say a person who is inspired with her love and admiration to that man. Love entails fragility, so I guess that self fulfilled person you thought you were, became an exquisitely bestowed woman with Love’s fragility, vulnerability and delicateness
Nice meeting you as well Hope xo
July 25, 2006 at 3:09 am
Hi! This is good stuff,He!He! was reading through your blog and liked it,good writing.Wish you well
July 27, 2006 at 7:08 am
Simply beautiful
September 19, 2007 at 3:24 pm
the poem is amaizing… I an speechless…………
July 5, 2008 at 11:10 am
Zigtrial, Ayya, Velga.. Thank you