The Mask, The Flowers
And The Sand Dollar
For Sandra Rhodes
The mask received,
achieved through my deception.
A man without a true face.
Only the pain in the
eyes without reflection.
The flowers renewed,
reborn within the season.
A life with a new face.
Their beauty stirs the senses.
Of you they are reflections.
The sand dollar acquired
through the passing.
A face with its secrets inside.
To remember you,
a reflection of your feelings inside.
I will never forget you.
Like the sand dollar,
you are inside of me.
Like a beautiful flower,
I admire you.
With a true face to share,
the mask I cannot wear.
P. J. Campise
