Mask number 2

Written by: kathleen stevens


It covers your soul as darkness draping over the sunlight,
 
Your Spirit seeks the world with penetrating eyes,
 
An undisputable wave, a persuaded glance,
 
A vanity inside abiding, and nonetheless
 
Fragmented consumed exhibits –
 
Pieces as shattered glass,
 
Dusted with suffering in twinkling’s time,
 
Whirling with frenzy, becoming a cavort
 
With mere thoughts of an empty heart-
 
Seeking out an eternity of dual hearts
 
Winged hand-in-hand evoking beauty,
 
A joyful dawn, a gem of love,
 
And mystery given by hours of a gentle work;
 
Your guarded soul knowing each mask which
 
Stands wishing and seeking the selfsame,
 
Poses evolving and amassing little understanding,
 
Statutes unfair do never-rest,
 
Simply leads to bareness far and wide;
 
Prisoner kept inside your encased wearied mask,
 
Do not accede to life’s ragged hand slaying your treasure,
 
Disrobe the mask you wear and sanctioned,
 
Mark your love and tranquility for a time to come,
 
Allow your soul to breathe unleashed –