Tapestry of Time
Hands of gauze:
Dug deep with dirt from crossroads
Fragmented joints, aching and throbbing
Are smothered by sunlight;
Fleeting blanket of the day
Cherry blossom bloom:
Crystal on the edge of morning dew
Teacups, pollen and cotton fruit
A stirring praise to fallen petals
Soon to kiss the sky once more
In silence of heart:
Hand in hand together pleat
Silt as rich as sugar golden,
The old man fills the precious pot
With the promise of his return
From the silken earth man doth come
And to the earth he shall return;
In utterance, in song and in labour
While his soul shall thread
The tapestry of time.
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