Tapestry

Life's weave, written out.

With a gentle pull, a subtle tug,

Your days wind through their course

 

This strand, your own, pulsing, living

Weaving into the fabric of the world

 

It curls and twists through the folds,

mingling with the strands around it

 

Never joining, always its own

 

This dull green strand,

No more than a solitary thread

 

Sees no end to the forest it wends through;

its home.  Never to see

 

The design it helps create

The part it plays

 

Never joining, always its own

 

It passes beautiful golds,

winds past rich, bright reds;

 

It dances with a purple for a time,

Races with a velvet blue.

 

But always, never joining, always its own

Reviews

[Dawn]

this poem is so true!!! i really like it, it makes sense; never joining always its own.