Street lamps and freedom of thought (Prose)

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take me away, a walk at night
down tarred streets
under subtle street lamp glows
where dancing moths swirl
randomly in the breeze
breathe essences of flowers, with closed eyes
drawing scents underneath my skin
perfumes greater found in nature
as are moments, we remember
on summer nights with hands clasped tight
resting a head upon your arm

for there are times when escape is deemed
the necessary, to unfurl our minds in
beads of warm night air
to let our minds run free
from knots that bind inside our ribs
that lead to trepidation
when it’s simply our over thinking
of the ‘what could be’
and can we stop the process
only if and when we choose
a walk on balmy nights
helps to free my worries loose

©jmtacken 16/11/2013

Mask of life

Feathers
open weave
sparkling
sequence
on a stick

that touches
my skin
hiding
covering
thoughts

Not wanting
nor willing to
show the world
who I
really am

shielded
protected from
outside world
who do not
know me
be myself

fronting with
a different
face
masquerade a
veneer of who I am

covering the
external me
to not display
the internal
vulnerable

it is permitted
to hide
behind the
shield
of my safe being

the question remains
is it safe
to emerge
relinquish
the open weave
that is the
protector
of myself

do not dwell on

reactions of others
do not be afraid
open myself to

possibilities
cast off my
fears
reveal myself
cease this
masquerade