Time threads her necklace patiently,
Choosing carefully the colour and shape of our experiences,
Here, a tumbled quartz - luminous and rosy,
There, shards of darkest onyx - tragic and uncompromising,
Every now and again, a perfect sphere of sacred turquoise to mark a special occasion.

Finally, satisfied with her handiwork Time ties off the strand,
And weaves the precious metal of our dreams - unrealised - into an intricate clasp,
As she places the memento around her bejewelled neck she sighs to herself and whispers:
‘Such promise, such pain, such beauty, such loss; I will treasure you always.’
Then reaching for her spool of silver thread, she begins again to thread her golden needle.

Beneath all the smiles you gave away,
None of them were enough to reveal your true pain
The smiles maybe weren’t enough to make them stay
Somehow the smile looked like a chain
Holding you down from revealing your weakness
The side that all of us try to keep under the seam
It was what led to you being teased for your meekness
But oh how fast did they all disappear down the stream
The first drop of tears that rolled down your cheeks
Was all I needed, for me to decide to become your cane
As the tear left a trail down your cheek as streaks
I realised we were both the same
Putting up a stronger self to not reveal our darkest scars
But as soon as we healed each others broken hearts
All the little ragged edges soon became stars
And turning all the broken parts into thousand quartz