I woke up one morning and said,
“It will be a great day.”
The sun will shine,
the sky will be clear,
the grass will sway to the music of the winds.
It will be a great day.
I never fathom a single minute
that what we thought is infifnite will come to limit,
but what will I do, if someone like you
is the only face
I could ever find in a crowded place
As his world vanished into thin air
There he was alone by himself
Drowning in his pool of thoughts
Trying to regain his breath of sanity
He struggles to remain calm
Anxiety cripples in like a thief of the night
Stealing all the good thoughts in his life
Leaving him with only worry and frustrations
He asked a hundred more questions
We were little threads,
We were sewing each other’s soul,
we tried to make each other whole
by every pluck and stroke,
by a pattern that’s unknown
We threaded away from the challenges.
Fine, long cords that are endless.
But as we did so,
we embroidered ourselves with holes.
– Bernmina Tarnate
In the beginning there was Love
And Love made him
Yet he chose to seek a different kind of love
So love made her woven from his rib
Woven from his own
His love was sacrificial
But she doubted love
Her heart turned from the lover to the deceiver
So they were led astray from love