What Is Behind Growth of a Mask a Wake

What is behind ? So many who wear masks, behind which to hide ? So many who wear a veneer, upon which to ride ? So many who wear a veil, behind which to slide beyond their true, sober, reality ?, beyond their hidden personality ? One has to wonder ?, what lies asunder in the mind of man kind. B. J. “A” 2 February 26th 2013 Strange how the germ of an idea, expressed today, would materialize, in a poem written some five years, one month, six days apart Growth of a Mask A Wake This, my mask of death – for a funeral pyre - for the burning love I have for you – for my desire. This mask, I grow to hide ( to grieve behind ) my tears- absorb them all, as well as all my fears. ( in grief for my love – stillborn – lost in your womb ) as I dance, with hope, on the grave of that beautiful flame trying to give it life – keep it growing, clowing while you are dancing around it, knowing, as a whirlwind, you can extinguish it – a game ? In time’s passing – I do believe – I will be just a name as time, experiences become history, time keeps on going on and on and on towards an end – showing me that this is fate for this friend, memories stowing. In retrospect, this may be my motivation for a beard, behind which I may hide all that I had feared B. J. “A” 2 January 20th 2008