Unknown

You are a mystery.
Not even if I joined
all your freckles,
bright as leaves in the fall,
with the swift line
of these days' pen,
would I solve you.

Yet you are nothing to solve.
As all, you simply are,
and I would
simply as a crossword
fill you
and let you
fill me.

What is known
is what you are
to me.
You are a mystery.



[Albenga, 23/10/2015]