Shreds: “In Search of Thee”

As when I find myself in search of thee
Within charred walls of another realm,
With tepid memories of lengthy gleeful speech,
In phrases of naught where joy doth overwhelm.

What price to leave thee happy e’ryday,
Brushstrokes of blue, scents of smiles,
And I, in the mirror, a mocking mirror I say,
To every irrational fate to which I reconcile

And as when I seek myself and find thee
‘N the next thought, adorned with light,
With languid resignation to the play scene
Of the faintly praising thee from ancestral plight,

Same plight, faithful companion of mine,
That for years, lives I say, I bear with desire,
Endure with desire, neither mine nor thine
But draped in pride, neither thine nor mine.