To Run Into

Sometimes we just run into an enigma
That we don't want to run away from.

Wrapped up in its beauty
We know what it is
But not know what it beholds
Hidden within
As a misty white curtain
Separates the reality from possibility.

As I ran into the curtain of mist
It placed moist kisses on my face
That left cute little diamonds
As decor on my eye lashes,
Or were they tiny lenses
To view the world with different senses?

The magic of the misty dawn
Waned away slowly
Leaving behind a craving
Wanting for more, more of the beauty
Before stepping into reality
Out of the possibility.

Sometimes we run into an enigma
Or the run itself is an enigma.