| Nicole's Poetry Online |
| "The Mask" |
| The mask betrayed a silent tear Inside laughter seemed to sear A glance, a touch, the hardest thing Time to watch without speaking Left alone to speak the breeze Yet instead fell on my knees Irony sat in your lawn chair The sun beat down its own cruel stare A gasp, a chance, a ray of light Another turned into my sight And though this one seemed yet sweet Again he took a piece of me I have not the black and dreary soul Alas to hear is not just a hole And so our ways too soon yet parted Our time to sing ends as it started And so adrift am I, upon this sea A sheer raft to weather the beating Taste of salt further wilts my tongue But even more, past songs I've sung Farewell, adieu, I've seen too much And scarcely felt a gentle touch But what is this, the crescent moon? I'll trek until I've gone there too |