Beauty Unaware
Fragments internal, subliminal yet constant
Tempers and hones beauty unaware
The surface is light on water, blinding bursts
Under, the tow scours bedrock
Falls of soft darkness threaded with silver, enclose translucent porcelain, filigreed with joy and pain, discernible to the caring eye.
Still heads turn, eyes follow, masque intact.
Concealed behind that small smile, bordering the lands between amusement and mockery, the world of her.
Would be visitors are drawn, offering truths and lies in equal measure.
She risks, falls, rises.
Fragments ache, waiting. The day will come.
