The magic is in the mystery
When they can’t work it out, it sparks their intrigue
They aren’t bothered at all
Once you start shining, that is when they shall call
Only show them a glimpse
Then watch as they swing towards you like chimps
Asking what, who, where, how
Very funny that they’re only showing interest now
Suddenly they know you
Being friendly and curious about places you go to
Don’t tell them anything
Because really and truly, you owe them nothing
Had they stayed close
They would already be aware of how everything goes
Let them wonder what could be
After all, the magic will forever be in the mystery!
K.G. says…
The title of this comes from an off-the-cuff comment I made during a
liquor fueledconversation with my friend while we were on holiday. It was a year before I actually wrote the piece but at the time, my friend liked the quote so much that it stuck in my mind.Anyway, the poem itself is pretty self explanatory. As human beings, we can all be fickle when it comes to who we give our attentions to, and why and when we take an interest in particular people. I guess the “mystery” is a bit like a flame which makes us human beings similar to moths.
Kwame Ghold 