:: Feathered Mask ::
she is but a dream to his loving heart
Her reality hiding in the dark
Her illusions she spreads like a feathered mask
To cover her soul so none can pass
Pictures she sells you
When you ask of her life
A painting to show you
That everything is alright
Rainbows she creates
When you ask of her heart
Smoky visions from her romantic art
Rainbows, visions, illusions and masks
Smoke and mirrors at every pass
She is but a dream to his loving heart
Her love is hiding in the dark
Her illusions spread a feathered mask
To cover her soul so none can pass
03-15-2003
Bonnie Jean Higgins
