Flying High Poem by moon dust

Sweet honesty and imperfections
I loved it all
No masks or grand illusions
No games no confusion
Laid out before me
An untold story
Which spoke of dreams and future actions
Of some great design
Unknown to you
Untold by me
I'd play a role, in my way
As myself
One pure long line
A see into the future
It was not a whisper of the past
No, it was face value
The opening of the act
Only two players
Only one show.