At My Door

What is this? At my door

A gift? A pardon?

Or something more

It is vibrant, Yet subtle

It is silent, Yet loud

It fits all alone

Unique in the crowd

Could it be be winking

Is that a heartbeat or two

I wonder if I avoid it

Will it misconstrue?

It must be a message

from an intricate source

How do I unwrap it

Whilst minding my force

I can see it is fragile

Yet strong as an ox

Its wiley and crafty

Like that of a fox

A game, no doubt

A souls pursuit

In ribbons and wrappings

Of choices that suit

Words and memories

Truth and lies

Now I see

beyond these eyes

Illusion divine

A karmic score

Life is the mystery

At my door