Behind the Mask/Poetry

Behind the Mask

Through the peephole,
I can see
behind the crescent mask,
peering at me.

She glows behind the veil,

dark descent
never sleeping, only weeping
over days spent.

She sees me staring through
the portal bright
and cheers-she smiles-
lights the dark night.

“I shall return and soon,
do not weep for me.
My tears all forgotten
as yours should be.

Tiptoe now,
turn from sorrow.
My love, the sun,
shall burn tomorrow,
making all new.

‘Tis his glow you see
upon my face,
sustaining me through
all time and space.

I am the reflection of his
brilliant light
the sultry mistress
of his nights.

So sleep, be well
and dream of this
The moonbeam’s glow
”neath the sunbeam’s kiss!”