This is my post for Sunday Scribblings, May 20th, 2007.
Author’s note: This piece is titled “Unmask”. The title is a plea, from one lover to another, that they lift the protective masks that hide their insecurity, the vulnerability that we all feel at times when we are in love — knowing we could be hurt, that we have hurt and caused hurt in the past.
These masks are not unusual. The longer a relationship lasts, the more likely that these masks appear — especially if there has been some heartbreak along the way. We have masks of familiarity, and of complacency, which can also hide the love we feel. So this lover is saying, “unmask, open up, show me, talk with me — let’s show and speak our love, before that love gets lost in a veil of silent indifference”.
In “Unmask” I use the gradually increasing wind outside as a parallel to the subtly increasing turbulence in the lover’s soul. The wind chime signifies the “ring” of love and hope that resonates still in the lover’s heart. The darkening light outside also is juxtaposed with the growing light of awareness the lover is experiencing.
Outside, the evening breeze freshens.
The wind chime, which hangs in the eave,
rings from time to time – soothingly.
Inside, we sit with dinner,
There is little resonance.
We care for one another.
Our love goes without saying.
Meal finished, we clear the table together,
and converse very little.
No need, we know each other,
we know without saying.
we part quietly,
me to my keyboard,
you to read.
Outside, sunset paints the deck in soft shade,
tubular bells lilt in twilight.
Inside, a shadow of indifference seems to lurk,
as I type in silence.
I think about the times we’ve hurt each other,
caused each other thoughtless pain.
But that carelessness has been forgiven.
We are bound, one to the other,
a bond that goes without saying.
Outside, a brisk wind greets day’s end,
chimes pleasantly keep pace.
Inside, turbulent uncertainty stirs within,
the more I type.
Are we really happy?
Surely we are happy,
that goes without saying.
Certainly that must go without saying –
does it not?
But why is it we do not say?
We wear these masks of coy silence,
to hide the vulnerable face of love.
How dangerously foolish we’ve become.
It’s then my heart wants to cry out,
to reach across the soundlessness,
to rouse you from your pulp and plot.
Talk with me, it shouts,
I lift my mask — see me now.
See me new.
Talk with me,
I can still surprise!
Let us speak what is not spoken,
unmask what lies within our hearts,
unmask and talk —
before our love is gone,
without ever saying.
Outside, a chime sounds in the darkness.
Inside, a dawn breaks once again.
Rob Kistner © 2007