Masks and Lies

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Masks and Lies

Blaze the spark of early fires
Velvet whispers, deep desires
Muted rapture in the dying light
You are shadows, I am the night.

Don’t listen to the weathermen
They talk about the rain again
Tap your homicidal feelings
Paint the sky upon the ceiling.

But you fall to dust and crumble
In walls of words that tumble
Knowing the liar has no truth to give
And he has to have a lie to live.

No matter where the river flows,
I must follow where my mind goes
Masked by clouds, just out of sight
You are shadows, I am the night.

Colleen Keller Breuning © 2016
January 27, 2016

Published by Colleen Keller Breuning

I am a writer of poetry & prose, photographer, web designer and editor of Blue Turtle Crossing e-zine. I am happily married and have 2 grown children and 2 delightful cats. I love music, running, sunsets, nature, travel, red wine and reading a good book. I just published my first book of poetry "Shadows of My Father" available now on Amazon!

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