Masks

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 3rd 2006