what are these threads that bind souls together? I want to explore the looms and tapestries of time. Dip my fingers in dyes, play the strings of this blanketed harp, strike chords through the human races: shatter to the soul. Weave in and out the metallics with the greys and intertwine the light with the dark. Cradle them and press them to my face. Imprint your love on my skin. Let me dress up in your fabrics of truth and I will run through fields with you as my banner. This banner of souls singing deep; singing true. We will make the climbs and open the doors. We will stretch almost too far and feel every last thread breathing, pulsing, beating to drums that know of suffering.
And our beauty will shine.