MASKS

Multiple faces
Acting as a
Shield to prevent
Knowledge of the Real
Self

Tonight

Tonight I decide.
Tonight I decide it is time.
Tonight I decide it is time to write.
To write about the beautiful girl who I was so very glad to call mine.

Yes, I've begun some lines.
Some lines which aren't ready for eyes.
Which aren't ready for eyes and hearts to read.
To read because they're still pouring from inside of me.

Where to

These words will not begin to pay

Tribute to the beautiful girl who went away

So quickly did she flee to be

A star flung 'cross the sky for me

To see each night as I look out 

And wonder if she looks about 

The heavens on the other shore

To find the ones who went before