A Face

The obstructed beam of the street light
Draws strange silhouettes on my window
Everytime the leaves flutter in the wind.
Then the rain erases all in its hasty flow.

In a daze, with sleepy eyes still wide-open,
I try to look at the shapes on the pane.
Now deformed, by the raging raindrops,
Some hysteric's laughter, defying all things sane.

There's a face hidden in the shadows on my window.
A face altered by innumerable eons of pain;
A visage: once the lust of many, the envy of some.
A face washed away by tears; and now the rain.

Shedding the numerous masks of laughter and fears;
My face is only a shadow: that, on my window, appears.

The Rupture

The change was sudden -

Like the flash of a lightning bolt.

Then came the deafening roar,

And shattered my illusion with a jolt.

Perhaps all of it was not so abrupt.

After all, there were many hints

Strewn on my way. Transperence:

Is your quality; mine is the grey tint.

The word 'we' has been buried long and deep,

You and I are at different ends today,

Connected by that same thread, though.

Tugging at both sides, but not giving away.

Change is never without a cause,

Never sudden. The seeds lie in our eyes:

Waiting for that lightning to strike, for

The thread to break - and with it, all ties.