(A Poem by Eve Barton)
Wanting to go beyond the mask longer . . .
To marvel at the fibers beneath the paint
Gleaming eyes search for signs we are stronger
With Time, our past selves begin to grow faint . . .
Glimpsing in the mirror at the images we ask,
Is it the same with most fellows?
Looking beyond the shadows in the crevices of the mask
Loving as each heart mellows