Weaving life on a thread
Of all that still remains
Indefinable, lost and unsaid
A mirror in the silence
Reflecting the light
Where a distant dream lead
A forgotten note in a song
The melody that defines
The restless dawn of searching
To capture those threads
Tangled and torn
In the battle to remember
Where they belong
In the waft and web
Of a tapestry
Incomplete in its length
So perfect in it’s form
© Mary Cecil.
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