She Is Mysterious
She knows the place beyond the vale, she knows it all
She Is Mysterious
She is mysterious,
she reads the quiet shadows,
she walks where whispers bloom,
she knows beyond the veil,
far better than the noise of life.
Dark is not her prison,
it is her secret language,
she moves through hidden places,
through dreams that never die.
She sees what others run from,
she knows what others fear,
she reaches through the silver mist,
with calm and steady hands.
Her eyes hold burning stories,
of darkness, loss and light,
a memory in every breath,
a wonder in every sigh.
No mask can hide her knowing,
no lie can cloud her sight,
she stands in quiet power still,
mysterious and bright.
She walks the line of shadow,
between the seen and lost,
familiar with the hidden price,
and every secret cost.
Yet in her silent watching,
a gentle truth remains,
she wears the dark with dignity,
and light flows through her veins.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Another lovely poem.