Masquerades
Masquerades


In this city
Where it is always dark,
Ugly faces hide
Under Masquerades.
I see a face, dusky,
Eyes darker than black.
I step closer
to marvel his colours.
He, a Rubik’s cube
I, an obsessive compulsive.
He, a puzzle
I, a lover of solving.
Our fate was clear
So we began.
pan> I started putting his colours together, He complied, and let me. I do not hurry, he does not rush At every point, we make the ‘now’ perfect. And that’s how we know All will be good. But don’t you think I am a fool For I know Two parallels never collide. But we’ll never know If we never try.