There are hearts

There are hearts

Interwoven with expert hands

Pulling ragged edges closer together,

Love embroidered into every stitch

There is no separation

Even as North winds blow

A kiss of sorrow

That no warm coat

Nor draped fur

Silver fox or ermine cloak

Will ever steal away

The chill so deeply felt

Somewhere there is

A precious moment

Where the past and future meet

When all things as pass

Will come together

The beating heart will slow

As if time itself has frozen

When the bite of winter

Is no more

Than the mournful song

Of an embroiderer

Filling the air

Louder than a clap of thunder

More lovely than the dawn

It will draw you in then

To something more,

Than ever will be now

A moment of union

When there were always hearts

A tapestry entwined

With golden thread

As an adornment

That may be

Of unnecessary embellishment

But will still serve

As a reminder that

When final darkness

Begins to fall

There will always be

More than just

A tiny ray of sunlight

In your soul