Interwoven through the decades
Like a dream fragmented
Recalling the laughter
Hiding the tears
Small talk, no mention of sorrow
Paths crossed by chance
Yet fused together in a past
Updating the similarities
Glossing over the failures
Not eluding to the passing of love
Love! What of its spoils, it's loss
Now coveting the richness of maybe
The longing for perhaps
To capture a time lost
Then by good grace and fortune
Re start the clock
Like a caravan crossing the desert
To a destination hidden to all but the chosen
Where the weave becomes tied, knotted
The richness of lifes tapestry completed.
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 6:48 AM UTC
Interwoven through the decades
Like a dream fragmented
Recalling the laughter
Hiding the tears
Small talk, no mention of sorrow
Paths crossed by chance
Yet fused together in a past
Updating the similarities
Glossing over the failures
Not eluding to the passing of love
Love! What of its spoils, it's loss
Now coveting the richness of maybe
The longing for perhaps
To capture a time lost
Then by good grace and fortune
Re start the clock
Like a caravan crossing the desert
To a destination hidden to all but the chosen
Where the weave becomes tied, knotted
The richness of lifes tapestry completed.
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