A Rich Tapestry
Posted by Erin Mansfield
Stories filled with splendid wonder
Trick our spirits into thrills
Never earned, cheap and frail
Anything more than a pleasant breeze
Shreds wild fantasies into tattered fragments
As life laughs at the ruins left behind
Reality replaces dreams and songs
For a moment it seems that all is lost
As defeated hopes hang by one last thread
And truth pales before imagined glories
Yet as the winds blow, strands of color dance
Then as inspiration transforms interpretation
Determined hands twist and weave as yarn
Knotting in the pieces that fell
And row by row, a fabric steadily grows
Unlike the instant indulgence of delusion
Lonely time inches forward in it's work
Never reaching the perfection of the original design
Always crossing into the realm of the impossible
That such a rich tapestry could be crafted
From battered hearts and forgotten lives
Trick our spirits into thrills
Never earned, cheap and frail
Anything more than a pleasant breeze
Shreds wild fantasies into tattered fragments
As life laughs at the ruins left behind
Reality replaces dreams and songs
For a moment it seems that all is lost
As defeated hopes hang by one last thread
And truth pales before imagined glories
Yet as the winds blow, strands of color dance
Then as inspiration transforms interpretation
Determined hands twist and weave as yarn
Knotting in the pieces that fell
And row by row, a fabric steadily grows
Unlike the instant indulgence of delusion
Lonely time inches forward in it's work
Never reaching the perfection of the original design
Always crossing into the realm of the impossible
That such a rich tapestry could be crafted
From battered hearts and forgotten lives
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