Mystery

Me? I am—

I am a puzzle, riddling the world
with visions of dawn.

I am the fire, burning brightly
ready to take on humanity.
Or maybe, I am simply the ashes
leftover from that which burned
too long ago for anyone to
remember the blaze.
Ashes I am, and ashes I was
dust caught in this mighty wind,
tickling your shoulder,
easily brushed off and forgotten.

I am your coat, perhaps;
I protect you, keep you warm,
shelter you through wind
and rain.
But where is my armor?
For I too can fall apart
and one day soon
you may outgrow me.
What use would I be then?

I could be the ocean
churning furiously,
an untamable, wild
stallion, cold and
unforgiving as death.
Or perhaps my waves lap
gently at the shore
and you will leave footprints
in the wet sand.

But, you see
I am.

I am an enigma,
a conundrum,
a question.

I am the silhouette by the window
Who appears blurry through the frosted glass.

I could be your problem
and your answer…

and you will never know.

As we walk towards forever,
We will pause briefly and you will ask me,
Who?  Who are you?
I will glance behind us and then
fix my gaze on the horizon, as I reply

Me?
I am a mystery.