Unbridled Symphony

Unbridled
                Symphony
In the challenge of the night
I know not what you need
                Or what you want
But if it kills me, I’ll work it out
Rubik’s cube spinning,
                Sliding edge on edge
The perfect enigma machine
I cannot decode you

… and maybe I shouldn’t

For you would lose your angelic mystique.

Copyright © 1999 Simon Cooke