How enigmatic is the placid smile
Hiding behind your silent lips?
A smile, is it, or the mute scream
Of a million emotions waiting to flee?
What mystery lies beneath
The twinkle in your eyes,
Questions for a cold fate
Or answers to a riddle unsolved?
A crumpled bundle of disarray,
Neatly tucked to adorn you
With scanty glitters of white,
As the black of your shadow follows.
Satin soft, you shine in the divine glow
Of a golden lamp, to light the path
Of a dear friend, a lost stranger,
Or maybe a morbid foe.
