Mystery is this
This of not are we
Dismissing what we cannot know
And of but what we see
All is not of it
It that is revealed
And all that isn’t also is
Yet only all concealed
The song
Like a wisdom in the wind
Sung of the invisible within
Carried like a breath into the room
And taken
Like a picture of perfume
Beauty at the eye
And taste but in a sense
We think not of another of
From where it may commence
Touch is but to feel
And feel but touch returned
And what’s between is like a stonе
That can’t be overturned
Thе song
Like a wisdom in the wind
Sung of the invisible within
Carried like a breath into the room
And taken
Like a picture of perfume
Something somewhere else
Off from where is here
Tempts the very moment
With another just as near
None might ever know
For all might all be gone
Only living somehow
In the wonder of a song
The song
Like a wisdom in the wind
Sung of the invisible within
Carried like a breath into the room
And taken
Like a picture of perfume