The Tapestry
A tapestry of love lost
hangs in dim-lit shadows
on the wall of my mind
Woven pictures and dreams
wrapped by a golden thread
I caress each threaded color of love once met
when the heart's tendrils wound together
from a weaver's threaded exuberance
My fingers caress the sadness from this cloth
which hangs on the loneliest of walls
where I find a realm of quiet reflection
and see a mist rising in the mind's darkness
where I hear the soft fluttering of two dove's wings
which disappear, leaving me and my tapestry alone
11/6/21
contest "T" New or Old
sponsor Constance La France
word "Tapestry"
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