The Faces Beyond What We See

I am not your token access to once forsaken keys
Though I pray on my knees to be released from the bounds
Of infinite hate that cycles surrounding layers of love
In passionate sweeps trying to get at peace.

You see me as earthlings see the moon
As an ever changing thing
Whose entirety of purpose lays in its influence
On your eternally ebbing and flowing being

The sun blazes comfort or otherwise
Striking bright across the cheek
So how about my moonlit surface
And it's warmth that heats and speaks

To me infinitely infernal always half warmed upon still breeze.