May 02nd, 2019

a masquerade of dreams
slip into my mind
covertly dressed to hide
what underneath there lies


even the most perfect of costumes
can’t create the truth of who we pretend to be
and so much time is wasted
covering up the pain in life we see


the blind have eyes that look inside
the heart has the spirit that feels
what is real and what is not
and what we wish others to see


and as we unwrap the package
and find the gift of who we are
we find there’s a hidden treasure
that is greater than the outer costumes by far


for there is great beauty inside
that flies under life’s radar
there is this blossom that holds such love
that is so precious but never shows