Masquerade
Carefree, you walk into my reluctant orchard
in a crowded ocean of agony,
listening to facades of my silence
drunk on vigilant observations;
Oh stranger! You converse through mystery
oft stolen glances and smiles,
reading infinite versions I hide
in converging fears from folded pages,
tracing footprints from previous incarnations
you see through this shriveled heart,
my locked doors in dust of charades
shiver and melt in your fiery waves;
Ah! your key now I see in the game I've lost--
dandelions dancing on octaves of love.
Written on June 18, 2020
N/A in It's Only Make Believe Poetry Contest on June 27, 2020
Submitted for N-A re-run 9 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
~Winner: 1st Place
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