Here I sit and wonder about all the daily spells I’m under,
the grief and misery,
pleasure and happiness of the stars that twinkle in unfading skies,
of tomorrow’s truths and yesterdays lies.
I’m weaving the story that is my life
like a quilt and the thread runs only so long
to hold the patchwork of you and me,
and our memories together
but it will forever be forever the memories that built this quilt
are the same ones that will keep us warm
when the sun sinks upon our time,
and our wishes no longer part from our lips
and we sleep eternal,
with a smile and our own song.