Person Of Mystery
She was described as dark and beautiful.
She was quite reclusive, you could tell.
Often, quite shy when around people.
She could still work her magic spell.
She had an easy, addicting laugh.
A winning smile to go along with it.
She was an expert at her craft.
Described as mysterious, the title fit.
Yet, she had spells of depression.
She would withdraw from everything.
Often for weeks, she would have a session.
When seen again, it was like the spring.
Her eyes would glow with vibrant life.
She made you aware of her presence.
Though, still shy and full of strife.
Having her around was very pleasant.
You felt if she could be drawn out.
If she could overcome her fears.
She would impress all who were about.
There would never be a need for tears.
Her vitality would infect all others.
They would be in a better place.
She would influence all mothers.
To give all of what it takes.
Such a person is rarely seen.
Why the depression, is a mystery?
It is like she is stuck in between
heaven and hell. Happiness and misery.
She will end up in one place or the other.
Happiness is what I would like to see.
But, then, I am her lover.
I would like to see her set free.
————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2016)