What is the Tree of Masks

Wondering through the mind mist
Feeling reality upon my lips like a fantasy dew kiss
A thought, a whisper of a lonely soul
what is of the 'Tree of Masks' I've been told

I look around to see
to whom speak could be
a soul who ventures for truth
weary and scared but a persistent sleuth

I say to thee
this is the tree
from beginning to end
from the leaves to the trunk bend

as the tree sprouts
it is weak and unprotected
grows bark to keep the elements out
the meanness, the cruel, the rejected

its leaves are masks
that are used by you
used how, the soul asks
for protection, I say, is your clue

the masks are used in many ways
for those who pick of the tree
use them day to day
only you know what they may be

some are used as fantasy getaways
others can be used for anything
numerous masks, numerous ways
this is when the branches swing

they swing as if in a hurricane
the winds blowing and the masks slurring
feeling through the mask their pain
and the soul is blurring

not knowing where reality begins
and where fantasy ends
what lie was told where
and sometimes, not even aware

where lie is truth, truth is lie
the bare soul you cannot stand by
laughing, is the soul at me
this, my mask, is me<BR> I say, it is only a part of you
because you've made it be

So whose to say what is or is not me
the soul asks of me
I say, no one knows
but the soul in you
which light brightly glows
which strength will show you through

I know there is more to ask
of the 'Tree of Masks'
search your question of mind
I'll be here throughout time

Allura
Katherine Hanks © Sep 1996

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