Fading Tapestry
Fading Tapestry
A tapestry of silver threads, almost our fate,
A thousand whispered promises, now lingering late.
Echoes of what might have been, faint yet they gleam,
Like distant stars, throughout night's silent dream.
Moments suspended, never quite embraced,
Woven tight in memory, though time has defaced.
A love unspoken, a dream left untold,
Like autumn leaves, their vibrant stories of gold.
A lifetime stretched before us, a canvas so wide,
A grand narrative, its chapters left untied.
Yet in the hush of solitude, a memory's art,
The heart still stirs, where silver threads impart.
For even in the love we've lost, a presence remains,
A ghost of beauty, in softly fading refrains.
And though the years may beckon it to flee,
The silver threads, in gentle light, still will always be.