Veil

The glazed eyes
Startle.
What, oh what doth
lies beyond
Those kohl lined,
Shaded lids?

Searing pain,
Of quelled dreams;
A misty desire,
for untread realms;
A search futile
for the lost soul;

As the trails sweep
the marbled floors,
she seems to carry along;
An air laden with,
frozen senses, greyed horizon,
doused fire, a stilled heart.

Maybe
Shes happy,
the reigning queen
in her castle.
Maybe not.

Maybe one is.
And the other
Not.

For
They don’t always come
in shades of black,
Or in visible forms,
The veil.