Handkerchief

A Poem by Broken.

To feel is to see.

Humble voice
That used to be strong
Swimming
In your voice
I don't swim alone
You float
Just out of reach
Jumping, trying to
Win your faith
We race in a stream of
Delicate songs
You shall play
And I shall sing
Sitting in the
Orotund meadow
Wind taking all
Resting sadness away
The warmth skiing
In our air
And all my
Comfort sinks in
I fear you've let go
Although it may not seem
I still have doubts
Along with hopes
With the addicting fire
Spreading around the moon
And I can only yearn
We'll have another day like this again