Turn

He turned her head with words that peered
Beyond the painted mask.
What man is this to dare a glimpse
Of all I am that's past?

Twas not a harsh or glaring probe
More of a subtle breeze.
He simply pushed aside the gauze
To see what lay beneath.

She looked again into those eyes
And felt a smile form.
A healing touch and honest heart
A shelter from her storm.

Who is to say what draws two close?
A deed, a smile, a force?

Let laughter sing and tales unfold.
Together, bright and bold.

His stories of a bygone day.
Of battles he had fought.
Took faith to tell and only drew
Her closer then he thought.

Past lives slowly slip away.
New moments bring anew
Joy and smiles, tears and fears.
Skies of many hues.

She sleeps to dream and wakes to walk
A path unknown to her.
A step toward new, a skip from old
Worn wounds begin to cure.

Who is to say what each dawn brings?
A rose, a sigh, a thorn?

Let all unfold and hear the tune
As songs are born by light of moon.