Sunday, January 11, 2009

~Poetry Sunday~

The Mask

I harken to see the drizzled light
that creeps upon the floor.
It sings a song of sorrow,
as I weep forever more.

I sleep above the dampened clouds
that rain in marked procession.
I long to see the welcome hue,
of life's own daunting lesson.

I ask the pain to seep amid
the floorboards weakened measure.
Leave to me the stardust stream
of light and all it's treasure.

Grant to me acceptance,
of a daunting bridled task.
Dwell within this virile vase,
a life beyond the mask.