I have this face that I put away

When sunlight calls the break of day

When blacks become gold and cloudy blue

I hide the person the nighttime knew

Dawn is an artist so inspired

Who, when the old face I've retired

Masks my vissage in subtly

With colors the public is happy to see

I spend the day as a pantomime

Reciting someone else’s rhyme

My friends speak fondly of the eyes

Of a person I do not recognize

But in the evening when the sun

Has done its work and had its fun

It makes way for streaks of pink and red

And scarlet shadows overhead

It is then I take the face

Out from its daily hiding place

And fit it snug around my ears

Til stars and safety reappear