Faces On the Wood

I see faces on the wood Changing faces that could Vanish in no time. Like the soul, The wood stood immortal, But the faces transformed sole Like the clouds in the firmament. They cry in pain At times mock insane Yet chuckle at a parable And yelp in par with cajole They scare with an excruciating face Still, they beseech with a pitying pace. Like the dramatis persona on a stage Like the fading letters in a page. Some are not aware Some are enlivened and dare Some not know their existence, nevertheless All move to the starting point tireless Disappear and appear with a role And again disappear to take a new role. I see faces on the wood Changing faces that could Vanish in no time. -Puvi-