CLOAKS

In whirling pools lie swirling leaves

Icy dew drops stirring tepid waters

Invitations to sapphic offers with

Songs sung on stony stairs

Sweet lies or bitter truths

webs spun from strands of youth

Byproducts of humanity reflecting

the flame of inner wavering

To crush a love or love a crush

To harbour thoughts that cause a blush

or quell the tide that swells inside

to dream a dream or pray a prayer

Blurring reality with new perspective

new deceits obscuring the old

Suited to change like tapestry

worn like second skin that shields the cold