Poem – Page 24 – A (wise) man of two faces

Unmasked

You talk a good game,
but I’ve seen you unguarded.
I know your true face.

Because you’re brave
you think you can save
the weary and weak,
but the quest that you seek
will make you a slave.

The thunder and heat,
the reverberating beat –
echoes of Summer.

The king sits alone
upon his throne,
the burden of the crown
weighing him down
like a circlet of stone.

A crouching stillness
Unspoken conversation
Self-study project.

The breeze feels so good,
blowing swarthy ocean air
across my parched heart.

The storm rages
like an angry god;
drops of Jupiter
hammering the world.

New gods lie
in temples and churches.
Old gods dwell
in the heart of the storm.

They rage
and break upon the world.
They roar
and the very sky trembles.

They rage and roar
and laugh and cry
and bridge the gap
between man and storm.

Each and every day,
I do the exact same thing,
chuckling softly.

Feeling
this sensation,
soft, warm, and prickling…
I wonder if this is what love
feels like…

Graceful in the dark;
I cannot see your face, but
I can see you dance.