Still

Life is a thin thread ....delicate and beautiful .
You weave in and out of people's lives
Emotion clings to words
Like you to life
Darkness surrenders to light
With just the slightest twinkle spreads
like needlework in the midnight
Sky
Love cannot be explained
Pain cannot be justified
It's like the last cold wind
On the Equinox of a summer night
With a trembling hand
We reach forth
Into the unknown  ,
Our emerging songs,
Our destinies outlined
Inside the weakest of hearts...
The relentless seekers
Stored up hope
Yet undefined, undefined, undefined
Is this life that you're living
Boundless and infinite?
Our destinies Intertwine
Culminating...
Into one path
The very path I'd been evading
Now I find myself interlaced
With the one thing I was trying to escape...
Two pieces of tree, four broken nails,
And a pain in my heart which I could not exonerate
A grave weight on my soul
Accompanied by anxiety and later by tears
stumbling I fell,
Unsteady and debilitated,
Lumbering o'er
To the top of the hill,
Where it seemed the world ended, and time stood still
Did I barely catch,
But only from the corner of my eye
I see a beautiful linen cloth
Neatly folded
And upon looking closer
I saw all of our names
Sewn into this exquisite tapestry
And the thread where pain entwined with beauty
Dissolved into a colorful sunset
And the rise of the evening