In a Specially Sewn Pocket

Each time I read it,
Each time the river flows,
Pure words from your heart
Always reaches mine,
And even though this
Might not be a poem,
It is a collection of words,
The echoes of my heart,
The roars of my mind,
The whispers of my soul,
Words of complex simplicity,
Treasured in my shirt pocket,
One that is specially sewn
For a particular purpose
From a branded tailor,
To arm a tongue,
To torso a lover,
To leg a dream,
To shoulder a society,
And to hand you
An emblem of friendship,
Until forever smiles,
Always with peace.