Saturday, December 5, 2015

Austin Belanger writes

When all facades are stripped away, 
And the masks we thought were true, 
Here I quietly ponder life, 
And all I see is you. 
Singularity of that moment, 
With focus now most true, 
While standing in the tempest, 
And all I see is you, 
My love, I have not been squandered, 
If all this world fall through, 
And in the last light's gleaming, 
All I see is you.

1 comment:

  1. In some ways, this seems to be a response tp Paul Laurence Dunbar's poem, "We Wear the Mask":

    We wear the mask that grins and lies,
    It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
    This debt we pay to human guile;
    With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
    And mouth with myriad subtleties.

    Why should the world be over-wise,
    In counting all our tears and sighs?
    Nay, let them only see us, while
    We wear the mask.

    We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
    To thee from tortured souls arise.
    We sing, but oh the clay is vile
    Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
    But let the world dream otherwise,
    We wear the mask!


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