A Nice Mask
doing no ill to you as you see
the sun seeing no wrong
moon knowing the rest
world seeming happy
"At a distance..."
why my friends would we want more?
why not be as we seem
when the world thinks we are
if it isn't seen why need they judge?
perhaps my moon faces and hands touch one or two
it is their choice how to respond
and ours to choose again
making friends with grace and style
letting them not see our faces
least the reflection serve us not at all
virtue then is compartmentalization
saying that word alone, a saintly act
we cheer as we cheer ourselves.
those who can keep all apart
make them our heroes
until some writer or camera prove them false
calling them nasty names
judging what each side be
but if they hide it well
and the side we want to be seen
being what we see in them
then they are glorious
good and whole
what you see being what you want to get.
if that be what you get
then how can that not be true?
True? don't say that dirty word
nothing is true, you can't see me.
what would you think if you saw
as the moon saw
keep away from my Dorian fresco
I see each day when doing up my face
the one I mean you not to see.
becoming the one I do.