Darkness Behind the Faces

There are dreams in hearts, yet smoke clouds every eye—
Why does every face reflect a mirrored lie?

Upon the lips, the name of truth divine—
Yet hearts roar wild with ego's hidden cry.

Those who poison minds in wisdom's name,
Why are they our leaders, raised so high?

A silent heart, a spectacle in sight—
The light is lost—why does the soul not fly?

I spoke not out, yet silence held no peace,
A flame I was—but burned not fully dry.

When truth's pure ray touched hearts for but a breath,
Why did they turn away and pass it by?

That was the hour of fire, the time of pain—
Why is mankind so far from self thereby?

In every hush of night, a spark of madness sleeps,
Why does a sigh hide in calm lullaby?

You are the lamp, O heart—go guide your way,
But why does this dark veil still drape the sky?

Once there was a voice—“Stop! This path is wrong”—
Why now does even that seem but a lie?

God forbid we fall in love with night—
Why hides the day in the spell darkness wove so sly?