A Thousand Faces

Rubiyat Poem
A Thousand Faces.
 
 
Lucent dreams will dance, in grace about my soul -
as Hope ebbs and Sour stills, into a fair console.
A thousand faces drift, from focus then back again.
If only one perceived; would one become a whole?
 
 
Love abounds within me, to the seams of this existence,
where expectations found belittled – as I have found resistance.
A thousand faces reappear, not clear enough to see –
the message sent, in silent words, spoken from a distance.
 
 
A bursting longs to find escape, from this heart within me,
as constraints learn gripping ways, to no certain degree.
A thousand faces smile, when thinking of the future,
but the bindings leave their strap marks, among the weeping pleas.
 
 
A thousand times have come and gone, that I have seen her face,
and as it is, each passing is, devoid of pure embrace.
In truth it is, this life has brought, a continual loss of faith –
where no one may, ever see, my blinding fall from grace.
 
 
 
 
Kactus Berry