Today's Mask -To Gail

the love you know you earned is in the space bewtween the sudden moon the careless branch and the knotted sky. to chase the discovey of it is worth a thousand sorrows its promise like the wave of god's hand over an emerald desert. we are a millesecond away a lost turning shadow hidden from radiance stumbling with lantern low in mile after mile of gold mine face pressed hard on vein the journey leads only to one sight- a caught slant of glass the reflection of another and in her eyes all the light beneath today's mask.