where are you
what has fate woven for you
the fine threads sewn tight
is it a nice pretty one?
is it precious?
or does it hold many tatters and strays?
pass on not
in hatred
of past
but the seams
of the future
should be brightly
bound
if ever the tapestry should tear
the whispers
in the wind
secrets slipping into oblivion
assitance is but a wink away