Her name is Mystery
and she comes from somewhere else
although she won't tell you
even if you ask politely
that wagging finer and saucy
secretive look
are well-matched to counter
and casual query.

Her name is Mystery
she has an enigmatic smile
like the kind painters strive to capture
and when the lucky few do, sometimes
their patrons and critics and afficionados
struggle to fathom.

Her name is Mystery
and she can't be understood
she must be grasped intuitively
wholeheartedly
before comprehension fades
and eddies
like myst that weaves through fingers
and tickles along the back of your mind.

Her name is Mystery
and she walks forth confidentally
although she's never quite exactly sure
just where she's going
knowing only that it's somewhere different
maybe better, than before.

Her Name is Mystery
and she lives her life as lovely as her name.