It is just a wish,
a description, an ideal,
but still with no face.
But I know there is not just one.
But where and when and how?
Questions that are not easy to answer.
Questions that are beyond me to answer.
I just live with them.
From time to time they gain prominence
and I cannot do anything except to just
accept that it is what it is.
I can only hope that one day
the veil will come down in a perfect
manner, ignoring issues and,
with a full heart, willingly and softly
accepts without questions scars
and still unhealed wounds
where flowers can bloom.