Love Is Still a Mystery

by Eve Adam, a.k.a. Harmonic Eve

The perfect knight speaks in the night;
His shining SOUL is now his armor.
But still, like maid of long ago,
He holds his love in mystery.
He wonders what is what,
And who is wooing?
Who is pursued by whom?

Was it love or was it lust?
And which is wrong or right?

Imperfect knight speaks in the night.
A troubadour sings to a maiden;
She hides behind a wall.
A wounded Colonel woos his nurse
Until they part in sorrow.
An unborn child dies in the womb
But life is born again.

Again the knight's bright shining SOUL ..

Or is the maiden now the knight?

Again we see the play unfold

And wonder, do we know the plot?

For as each playing begins anew,

We see the ending .. not.

Now each one plays the other's part.

A tender voice speaks in the night.

A troubadour brings forth his song ..

And love is still a mystery

While the play continues on.

by Eve Adam, a.k.a. Harmonic Eve (June 21, 2006)