"Masquerades"
A Mask
Hides The One Behind It
I Dont Wear Them
I Don't Want to die as a masquerade
I reuse to live as a masquerade
I want to live like my indian ancestors
the blanche snow petal of my cheeks
and the soft steel blue of my eyes
the salmon pink of my lips---
far off, very far away,
there is the sea
and on the other
side
of the sea
is a New World
Of Masquerade
Me, I prefer my oak and maple trees, my
grandaddy long legs innocently scurrying out of harm's way
as i climb a forest hill in winter
there are masks in this NEw World
Everyone Wears Masks
It is really an Old World, They Say
They Burned Martyrs in the Cathedral Squares, although
Jesus is said to live in the light coming through a
stained glass window in a church.
Masquerades.  The thing is money
and if one doesnt have it
and if one wants to marry for love
and never for money, then that One
Is Theodore and Caroline Land,
Or someone just like us.
We Hide.  We hide from
the masquerade in the New Old world
 over the sea---we do not like it,
Theodore cries when I tell him i
shall take him there someday.
I may yet.  I Don't hope to
I'd rrather be an indian fairy
naked as the day i was born
and beautiful that way.
Masks!  No, we are beautiful,
and we are in love.  we do not need
such things as money,
or MAsquerades.
In JEsus name,.
Amen.