An old friend to keep and love
A leather mask for Hebe, of hope, youth,
A new idol to impress
A mirage, at my best
A sister whose love cannot depart
A cold word, distance to shield, to blur.
A true friend to comfort, understand
A fake similarity; becoming real
A boy whose impression might last
Another veil, a partial lie...
A parent who hears cares as the night hears a lonesome howl
An effort to hide the tears that chase worries.
An adult who's proud: who knows me
A painted red smile, peeling and worn
A straightforward teacher, kind, direct,
A glimpse past the opaque glass mask -not the surface,
A child full of hopeful innocence-
Lacking the judgement of age.
A window in a locked house shuttered closed, is it
An empty room if no one can see it?
An unseen room can hold no beauty, yet there remains
A feeling heart that beats behind the different doors.
A heart without the welcoming, burning light of day, contains
A slow dragging rhythm under the weight of the facade.
To see the sun
Step out from the heavy curtain,
Shed burdens, and