Beneath

Beneath the light that flashes its tinsel charms,
behind the eyes appearing hollow and searching,
are the riches hands seldom hold,
the mysteries waiting to be discovered,
of truth and lies buried where we can’t see.

They must be felt, explored with touches,
slowly caress for all their meaning,
letting the mind learn what is false and real,
whatever is of treasure or folly,
every detail that eyes can’t dissect.

For the stories dwelling
within the obvious,
those facades we wish were genuine
can’t be discovered or heard
from a distance.

Like a fog you can’t probe clearly
unless you are prepared
to walk into the midst
and inhale each portion of its essence,
know it so deeply in your heart,
will any person or place
lose their veil we decipher as identity,
allowing one to finally pierce each secret,
at last have a vision
able to see the world with all its flaws
as a beauty beyond what we assumed.