Faces; facades of each soul
Shift and blend
differences to no end
one snow white; one black as coal
Masks; our shields from rejection
Interchanging and weaving
And so I have trouble believing
That this is my reflection
Minds; the pool of our ponderings
Truth lies within the chalice here
But on the outside thoughts are smeared
Will I ever find it in all my wanderings?
Hearts; the depths within the chalice
I want to release them from their cages
My love for them rages
Can they see it in this world of malice?
© Jennifer Hill 2000