To admit (con't)
Before bed,
she painted her face
she wore her mask to bed
so no one would know her
in her dreams
She dreamt of painting
and dancing
Of speaking to Jesus
Of dating a woman
And writing
the truth
All of these things
made her happy
As she slept
she painted her face
she wore her mask to bed
so no one would know her
in her dreams
She dreamt of painting
and dancing
Of speaking to Jesus
Of dating a woman
And writing
the truth
All of these things
made her happy
As she slept
It must be a very tranquil feeling that she had...I'd like to have that feeling too. thanks for this Janet!
ReplyDeleteDreams help us rationalize from a reality, to what could be. I believe all things are possible in dreams, and in reality if we believe. Do those in our dreams really know who we are? I took my mask off long ago. Very nice.
ReplyDeleteA mask turn to all shades
ReplyDeleteas the day turns to night
under so many layers your true face lies
now you fail to find it out..
regards,
wanderer
I love this poem and I love this blog! I'll be back...
ReplyDeleteNice continuation Janet.
ReplyDeleteI just came here I don't know from where and I liked what I've found.
ReplyDeleteNice ideas, good poem.
I absolutely love the first stanza of this poem. It is so powerful! Well done!
ReplyDelete-Suze