Mystery

What is a mystery,

Is it in the moon cast shadows 

From the leaves in the trees.

Is it decided?

Pre determined or placed in your hand?

I cant tell you exactly what it might be,

But I can say there is only one end. 

It is no time soon.

Not when we die,

But far beyond the moon.

Unto the sun,

A significance we cannot fathom,

You've come to me for answers.

Far ahead of our own time,

Find me no further from your reach.

Residing in the light,

That which before your very eyes.

I hide them not within babble,

But speak sharp as a blade.

Don't misread.

Cast from like a wave,

That of a steady heart beat.

Into the sea,

Yet we still breath.

You will know when we can relate.