Masks

Feelings often fall – like tear drops – upon life’s mirrors.

Experiences seem to coalesce within the surface of bottomless lakes.

Written words tell stories ones voice does not mean to speak of.

Ones subconscious enfolds – all – lost upon the waves of times passing.

 

Into life – she brings - many, many rays of brilliant light.

She has been the catalyst for many a dazzling day !

Sadly, hovering within reach, so many black clouds and lightening

- judgmental, critical, know it all, distant, walls, no feelings for –

casting heavy shadows across the faces of hope, of desire,

of dreams unfulfilled, of experience touched but ever so lightly.

 

These black clouds, these shadows, these rays of light,

combined - beneath your beauty - a mask doth make, to hide. to show

within eyes one can look into that gives one glimpses of you.

After all this time !, I still know not, nor what to do ?

 

B. J. “A” 2

November 3^rd 2006