there is something behind the facade
beneath the tangled vines of yesterday
hidden between the pedestrian shades of
who they think you are...faded, tired, a paradox
there is the peeking through of something lovely
something you've forgotten in the day-to-day demands
of all it takes to keep pace with schedules and budgets
calendars and grocery lists filled with milk and eggs
it comes unbidden when moonlight falls across
the ancient stones of holy ruins -- the rise and fall of you
a sliver of light breaking through that space where
mortar held together what now becomes a window on your soul
behind the fretwork of sophistry -- the royalty of roles
a place between the pickets where a simple shade of blue
holds the promise of resurrection, innocence, purity...
thank you
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