unveiling

                                  the veil is rent
                                     it's torn and tarnished
                                    baring scars so old and glazed,
                                  carved in flesh of innocence
                                  carved in hearts from holy days.
                                  wounds .....
                                     still tender to the prober
                                    once petrified with time and tears;
                                  last vestiges of masked illusion
                                  swirling with the soul's exhaling.
                                  angel, pour sweet oil upon me
                                     fill, anoint the fissured dream,
                                    the veil is rent
                                     and sinking slowly...
                                     broken seams are oozing blood.