Painting Faces (Love Me, Til I’m Me Again)
Changing costumes, painting faces….
Unassuming symbolic change,
Remaining simple in heart and soul…
Our stage is never the same.
Actors, clowns and flowing gowns
A theatrical tour de force,
Treading the boards of poetic reprise
Vibrance of colours, our only recourse.
Changing scenes from Winter to Spring
Descripto’s of words breathing verse,
Hidden metaphors in the trees of our Summers
Leaving winds of ‘Fall’ to disperse.
Peoples, reasons and change of seasons
Walking valleys of abandon today,
So you the reader, can escape within worlds
Of dreams dressed in masquerades.
Changing lives and roads to Rome
Absently leading to abodes discreet,
Where persons living at an house of incitement
Could be walking your very same street.
Changing of costumes and painted faces
Isn’t a question for where we reside,
It’s the acting of wanting to be at one
With the face we’re trying to hide
Nick Hawkins © 2009, all rights reserved.