Who Are We hiding from?
Wispers sing of secrets
and eyes betray the heart
smiles conceal the truth
which we disguise in part.
Revealed in measured increments
who ever we are inside
compared in such futility
to what others display outside.
We keep the treasure hidden
so others will only know
the us, we think they want
is portrayed in every show.
Obscured in misconception
we offer in defense
a shadow of our being
protected by pretense.
All the while we clamor
love always seems to go
It dances with the shadow
and music it doesn't know.
We give in part and love the same
ourselves in little pieces
measured ever sparingly
the lie in us increases
We question love and spar with life
inside where truth prevails
in light too bright for shadow
to part our inner veils.
We send a likeness in our stead
cloaked in shadows of halfway
and keep the other in reserve
always hidden from display.
So we examine secret's eyes
the secret words and smiles
wonder of our failing lives
and all our secret trials.
We compare our inside us
to whoever we see outside
then dress our pain and wound
in bandages of pride.
While everybody's outside
is dressed in like deceit
all wound and pain the same
is disguised in the same conceit.
Who we are beneath the veil
no different than those we see
believing they prefer the shadow
to the we, they do not see.
Shadows dance and shadows love
and fill our lives with years
they write of us in make believe
that none should know our fears.
We can not journey another turn
We have one life to get it right
whatever we give the shadow
fiction in turn will write.
When lives are shoveled in the graves
more ready than we thought
they will not bury who we are
but the lives that we forgot.
Of honest souls that leave the dark
who see what light will measure
they find not hiding from themselves
was all the while their treasure
A diamonds flaw in reflected light
the eye will never show
projecting the perfect diamond
will not ever make it so.
Give me friend and love alike
with flaw and frailty
undaunted by his circumstance
enslaved in honesty.
Give me kinship of a kind
where illusion can not grow
where what I see and hear
will mirror, him I know.
Who breathes of life the same as me
of trouble or despair
of raging pain or grieving loss
and burden hard to bare.
Give me friend who's unafraid
to be afraid and say it's so
who stays a course with certainty
unsure where it may go.
So in the end the day should write
we knew each other well
There were no shadows in our light
or secrets yet to tell.
