Mask Number 2

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 –