A moment....

It was a moment so together
But also a moment so alone.
A moment so perfect,
Yet almost surreal.
Under the bridge,
Brook babbling by,
Rain falling down,
Curtaining off the world.
Cars drove above,
Oblivious to us both.
Music playing on the phone,
Us jumping around,
Holding hands,
Laughing at each other,
The rain locking everyone out.
The innocence of youth,
The joy in the simple,
Unspoilt by what is yet to come.
Eventually it eased,
And the moment passed.
Time to break the curtain,
To break the spell,
To enter the world of others.

The Tapestry

The tapestry of life is made up of multiple threads
Which intertwine to create earths' picture.
It shows the past, that what has been, history,
And is built from the present, that what is,
And eventually even what will be.
Threads start, join together and build a picture.
Threads drop out, moments of sadness,
And some just fade away, teased out ends
Of faded glories, forgotten and unnoticed as
The tapestry grows on.
A stitch in time saves nine they say,
But a stitch is but a moment,
And a picture is made of thousands,
And the tapestry even more.
The tapestry remembers, everything's there,
Threads that change directions showing decisions made,
Warfare's efforts cause others to fade.
But the best part of all are those threads that appear,
Moments of joy that let the tapestry live on.
Each new threads' journey unknown,
Their pictures to be built.
Threads will bind together, strengthening the picture,
But none go on for ever.
For that is the sadness that is the tapestry of life,
But also its strength - everyone has a record,
Everyone has a stitch in time.