Sunday, July 27, 2014

My Letter To Him

Hidden Beauty - written by M.F.

The world is wearing a mask today
She's all dressed up in anxiety and paint
I'm sitting, waiting for the rain
To wash the mind away
And maybe in darkness there's a beauty
Maybe the kind that doesn't fade
And maybe with light comes the duty
To burn 'til the last eyes turn away
But my muse is hiding her face today
She's disguised in the tides that obey cruel fate
Who simply recede, with their fingers at the nape
Of her neck, I confess, there's something forgotten
Something long lost that
Still resides, right where we misplaced it
The sky echoes the sentiment
Thick and thunderous with discontent
Blindingly screaming at split-seconds
Where we trafficked our dreams across these sands
I was there when the fire was lit
Bare and waiting for you to notice
The space in this world where we might fit
A thousand poems into a moment unspoken
I'm still writing them
Still deciphering the impact
Where the sand is glassed and cratered
And charged with your scent
Where my heart was steady and sure
Even if my eyes couldn't see it
But the world is wearing a mask today
Something's somehow different
And I can feel the last few waves
Encroaching upon my skin
And I know in this night, there's beauty
I've tasted it, been regaled with tales
Of how so many have wasted it
I refuse to be the sum of them
Refuse to let the world sink in
I'll be the waves that crash on the rocks
Before I'll be the current running from them
I'll be the rain that frees you from the thought
That any dream should remain hidden
I'll wash away your mask today, show your face
That you'll know you never needed to go
And paint over it.