The Veils Of April

Something felt so strange to my mind
seen in the suddenly
muted flares of stressful eyes,
like they were holding secrets
and had some pain to hide.
Yet they forced a smile to pretend
this nagging that suggested
there was more to the month
than anyone cared to imagine.

Funny how a inkling
can expand in your head,
it makes you aware
of things you ignored in the past.

So April had come
and all around me things were out of place,
only found in little ways
like signal lights that stayed red too long
or cars stopped along the side of the road,
which seemed to vanish
in the rear view mirror.

It was Spring’s spell that had no answers
by perceptions that grabbed the throat,
perhaps there were explanations,
but no one was talking
plus the newspapers always lie.

Just keep on driving
did my best to look for that hole
where reality seemed to have fallen.
Then held on for May
as a dream,
doubt the puzzles would be gone
only hoping my sanity would remain.