Captains of the Tapestry

Every new beginning cruises through the yielding dreams of yesterday in search of

the high tide

Should any of the old feelings show up tomorrow, we will sail in the second wind

Should we ever become captains of a tapestry of love, weaving time within reach

of believing

We will intermingle with the rays, meeting each other for a trip around the sun

If our hopes should ever rotate with a rainbow of colors we turn into songs

We will sing together, flying music into the horizons with our poetic wings.