The Masks Behind the Door.

I wore the mask of white and saw,

The snow-like doves surround me like wasps protecting their nest.

I wore the mask of green and saw,

the emerald leaves running through the trees.

I wore the mask of water

And felt the depths of the ocean freeze my skin until I became an icicle.

I wore the mask of autumn and saw,

The bronze and golden leaves falling from within the trees.

I wore the mask of shadows,

And heard a vague whisper,

A howl of wind and saw the structure of my shadow staring back at me.

I wore the mask of black and saw,

A crow take cover in the midnight sky,

A rough scale of a Black Mamba

And a black leather Gucci bag hung up on a peg.

I wore the mask of fire and saw,

The violet flames torturing the timber-wood,

The ashes of a burnt-out camp-fire.

I wore the mask of nature and saw,

The Bald Eagle swiftly soaring through the bright blue sky,

The hiss of an angry snake pushing back its enemies

And the roar of a brutish lion, standing in pride.