Like the masks of Venetian evenings
Smile, laughter two souls gravitating towards each other
Two odd peas in the same pod
Not quite talking, never touching
Flickering strong of a glow of friendship
Like the masks gliding on the dance floor
What may complement may not be really the truth
A step forward of faith, a step backwards of disbelief
A dance that fell apart in a misstep
The candle of mutual attraction flickering down
Like the masks lifted at the song’s end
Faces of confusion, a trust betrayed, hurt lingers
A reflection of emotions - could it be only your own?
Who have you been dancing with?
What has really been happening all this time?
Like the fragile masks worn for convenience
The tentative bond shared is blocked by a veil of uncertainty
Perhaps it’s time to deal with what is reality
Leaving behind that shroud of misleading words
Like the overused masks scattered away on the floor
-Autumn 22 Sep 2014
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