THREADS OF THE PAST

THREADS OF THE PAST

I am but the weaver
of a young mans scattered dream.
She was the receiver,
or that’s how it did seem.

She left me long ago
an eternity has passed
but night is still aglow
with the thoughts that ever last.

If threads come together
and bring pictures to the cloth
I will know much better
why departed love is loss.

Love can fill empty holes
and still a quivering soul.

3/17/07
Monty

3 stanzas 6 – 7 syllable, ABAB scheme ending with rhyming couplet.