J.J. Garcia

The Yellow Mask

In the realm of shadows and veiled allure,
A mask emerges, a symphony obscure.
Crafted in whispers by skilled hands,
A dance of secrets, where mystery stands.

A canvas of silence, the mask unfolds,
A tapestry of stories, untold and bold.
Intricate lines etched with moonlit grace,
A clandestine artistry adorning the face.

Eyes veiled in enigma, a cosmic ballet,
Behind the mask, emotions at bay.
Colors swirl like dreams in twilight's kiss,
An ethereal masquerade, a poetic abyss.

Whispers of midnight, echoes of gold,
A visage concealed, a story to be told.
Silken tendrils of secrecy bind,
The wearer's soul to the mask's design.

A carnival of riddles, a carnival of disguise,
Where truth and illusion harmonize.
Feathers of obsidian, a plumage divine,
Cascading down in shadows, a mystical sign.

Yet, beneath the guise, a heartbeat beats,
A silent sonnet, where emotion meets.
The mask, a poet's sonnet spun,
A lyric in whispers, a tale begun.

Oh, mask of moonlight, guardian of the unknown,
In your mystic embrace, secrets are sown.
A veiled dance in the masquerade's embrace,
A mask, a poem, in a clandestine space.