Handkerchief

Moods shift through a personality, names come to mind,

war becomes a measurement. How to flee reflection,

particles of nightmares, even a force within? I ask, found

in a forest, freely matching lies. Never has he spoken

truth, confined within, splitting hairs. I’m back and forth

this daymare, filled with temperament, steady to believe.

Indeed I see it, fully evasive, whispering to a chosen

world. At some point we fly with wind, for it travels

freely; and at some point we take a knee, enlove with

something rare. I ask to hear a torn reply, warring for Truth.

It’s a difficult task, shadowed by forces, struggling through

emotions. It was once so beautiful, even pristine, hampered

by weeds and thorns. So I’m wild for freedom, unity, and

peace. Else the quest, slow to perish, vapor and veils.

Indeed, give us life, in such abundance, a tear to cloth.