The Mystery Wanderer

By George Durk

 

Through time immemorial,

the mystery wanders.

And like ripples of water,

cycles of order rhythm our lives.

But the mystery keenly wanders,

in all the futures past.

 

Oh, what a master weaver!

Through silence and sound,

thoughts and dreams,

imagination and possibility,

the patterns of mystery's wander,

through time immemorial.