Iris

There was a beautiful dream inside each strand. But did you see my dark locks cut, laid upon the floor sprawled, the other night? I held them preciously as they cascaded gracefully with diamond encrusted ends. But unknowing, you stepped over them, when I camouflaged beneath your way. Everything is not what it seems, this careful placing of themes and distractions, to divert from the unseen. You turned to ream the jasmine scent, but couldn’t recognize from whence the fragrance came, because you were blinded by a masquerade of wrongful thoughts and judicial eyes whilst passing by. Still, your fingerprints as they trace against the universe will make you more intuitive with the expressions igniting within my iris. And with time, you will remember my face, and understand why amid deepest forests are windows of light...