The Mask

His eyes sparkelled

But the tears were welling up

About to spill over, like a cascade. 

He smiled bright, pearly whites shinning. 

But within, his heart ached, 

It weighed. 

He didn't show his sadness, 

Or his troubles, 

But wore a brave face and travelled
Speading his wings wide 
In the direction of the wind.

He hugged the world, 
And held on tight to the memories

For his love wasn't there to hug him. 

- Robes of a Muse