Tragic masks fall around us
Like porcelain tears crashing into the down around us;
We move forward, hoping that it gets better, but knowing that
Behind the masks,
We all see ourselves with out faces, eyes, or ears.
How can we embody the Will, when so much is peeling-
Triumphant over us in ways that a mask can never hide.
Scars upon the tender glass,
Marbles in a strange tide, polished red, then green, then white,
Hiding in the surf and sand,
Shining treasures, waiting for the hand to feed them,
Give them strength.
But the hand does not come, the bells do not toll,
The masks just fall, Autumn leaves in the mists of history,
And the Faeries dance the Solstice round, the dragons sing the hymns,
We all call about us those dark soldiers made of tin,
And we paint over the fractures, hoping that the mask will stay