there is this feeling
that encompasses our hearts
like every fine tapestry
woven with the finest silk
sometimes the shear brilliance
reflected by each novel strand
is an element of complete and utter joy
there are those darker threads
all hand knotted in the unseen back
dyed dark by loss and sorrow
signatures of tragedy that sometimes stain our lives
we all hope for unblemished love
but each weaver employs many colours
flaunting every intricate pattern
a display of individual emotion
over the notion of growing years
inevitably there will be frayed bits
threads that have become worn and unraveled
like certain hopes and dreams
those things that we never realize
solid rings and things that forever make us feel
so tragically alone and forlorn
sometimes the colour never fades
cherished elements of true love
that can never be marred or stained
there are those most difficult segments of the warp
crafted scars from perfect storms and unimaginable earthquakes
remnants of lost loved ones and lost love itself
those fractions of each carpet
we sorrowfully secret away
secure them in a special place
perhaps in a sacred forest
or high upon a secret shelf
such special things
we never want to lose
we hide them away
deep within our treasured self
love is one of those gleaming jewels
all the cruel in the world cannot blemish
touch or steal away
those things we keep safe in our heart and soul
dreams and hopes and starlit moments
that we think of everyday

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tied into perfection
there is atonement
respectively Zoroaster
spoke to Buddha
Buddha orbited Mercury
Mercury signaled Pluto
Pluto communicated with Mars
conjunct Saturn with Jupiter
reminding us
in a heartfelt loving fashion
planetary being
is a religion in itself
like every solar system
reflecting all the substance of galaxies
distinctly all that energy and light
eventually sucked into insatiable black holes
where only omniscient God lives
hidden from the opulent universe
and refracted creation
is succinctly reborn

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