The Mask

In days of old, beneath the sky so vast, I wore a mask, it echoes from the past. A visage crafted with care, of joy and grace, Yet hiding secrets in its painted face. In youthful games, an autumn's crisp embrace, The mask would dance with laughter, light, and chase. We'd twirl beneath the stars, our dreams so grand, With shadows cast by moonlight on the land. Oh, how those times have faded, like the mist, The mask now rests, in memories we've kissed. It's colors, once so vivid, now are pale, In stories told, a wistful whisper sale. Yet everytime i glimpse in that old disguise, Is part of joy ignites, like distance skies. For in it's guise, a piece of youth remains, A relic of the past, where love remains.