Beneath the Mask
What's In The Now?
Seldom trumpets blare so bright
to break the bottled flames of heights
unscaled by those who see
the night before the day --
And then when eager hearts do sound,
and wish to climb the snow-topped mound,
they know not how to 'scape their plight
in agony they flail and fight
but hark! to hear the
inborn silence, granted those
who see in darkness, finding home
they cease to sail away.