(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