Washed Away


One smile is as simple as the next one

if no one looks beneath the surface. Too

often a glance at the eyes will betray

the truth, whether it’s real or imagined.


Beyond the lips, it haunts the eyes empty

of that emotion. Can laugh lines belie

the truth of what lays hidden inside each

twitch of sweet lips and flutter of eyelids?


Ignorance is no longer bliss with truth

as revealed in the windows of the soul;

pains dirty the panes with tears yet unshed

ready to wash away those memories.


Imagination is that cruel twister

of dreams and faith, clouding judgment with hope.