Image in the making, creation
Paused to reflect, a day to pass,
Clouds of doubt, whisper softly
Deciding upon which mask.

I weigh up sorrow and despair
This isn't me, who do I see,
Serious, strong or silent type?
A shadow born, from vanity.

A hand to play, fates little game
My door, did they come to taunt?,
Chance, coincidence, destiny
I dwell in loves lost lonely haunt.

Your spirits path, I'm cast adrift
Let me follow, secrets still untold,
So I may once again face, replace
The need your sweet glance stole.

Enduring moment, weavers' gift
Beauty, peace, entranced,
Sun, Star and Moon eclipsed
Bathe me in your radiance.

Entwined, embraced, in timeless hope
Torn, forlorn, naked as I am,
Yearn for your heart to pass
The mask that hid the man.

- Christopher John Horne
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