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Mon 15 Dec, 2003 11:50 pm
Alone I lay here, gazing up into the mist.
Looking up at that tree,
perceiving things that I know don't exist,
wishing for things that I know can't happen.
I cannot see through the air,
I cannot see through your mask,
The mist clouds the air
and I see only memories.
You hide yourself under that cloak
and I see only myself.
The sun is coming out, and burning away the fog.
And yet you lie there, behind your cloudy mask.
Or maybe it is my own that I am looking out from under.
If I were to clear the mist of my mind,
would you do the same?
Not bad. What made you write it?
Your understanding should be right. If you had cleared your mask yourself, the other shlould also clear his/her's mask.
If it had failed, better look for good relations with some one else. Don't hang on with someone who should not dare to remove his mask.......
Its not worth your effort.......
Well, it was misty outside and I could faintly see the image of our tree out my window. And it reminded me of the mist that covers people too......
Your poem carries a lot to its meaning than what the words might say...... It also needs little practice to read the feelings behind the lines.
Whether you intend it or not, its really a good poem....
i feel that it reflects a little of what mainstream life is like because arent we all hiding behind a mask in one way or another? i dont know that is just my view.
the dark lord
Thanks for all of the comments.
After I started writing it, it became about how what others see of us really is a "mask" and not ourselves . . . so that is where the second part came from.
Benevolent I loved this, many a time I have lain on my back looking at the stars, making patterns from cloud. People will only show as much as they want you to see. Maggie
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