Three Weavers, One Tapestry

"Three Weavers, One Tapestry"


Together, the two of us; a happy connection,
exciting and adventurous aspirations. Artistic resolutions.
Youthful journeys with vibrant visions, together, the two of us.

Our narrative; five decades weaving,
depicting circles of life with interlaced songs and dances.
Sometimes operatic, bluesy, or a graceful waltz, a flowing ballet,
intertwining our stories between strands of warp and weft,
as we created an ongoing work of art. Vibrating threads,
patterns of strong energy invested in life's finest fabric.
A rhythm of a feisty and lusty language became our narrative.

The trespasser; a spider trickster
embarked upon an insidious invasion,
casually altered skeins and schematics,
rearranging years of a composition in the making.
Its filaments spun a different tale on the loom again and again,
as a fragile framework ensued.
Texture and tones of our art were changed by the trespasser.

A disconnect; I could've, I should've, I didn't move on.
My mind made steps forward, my heart stayed behind. A dreamer,
imagining our minstrel endeavors continue as a romantic ballad,
a determined story to be woven into the portrait of us.
The tapestry's journal, re-written with gossamer lines,
lost its original lyrics and melodious tune. Threads unraveled.
Eventually, your spirited notes, designs, and colors faded to silence.
Threadbare and ghostly vapors became the new theme.
Our preferred portraiture lost its luster and joviality. A disconnect.

Memories; evidently alone now, nevertheless, even separately,
reminders must remain in our senior years of the once young and
enthusiastic union imprinted on the spiritual fabric of our souls,
woven with fortitude and fibers of agape love. Memories.



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