Heart threads its loom of life
with a panoply of plumes in passion's hues,
quilted reveries in Quixotic threads
meticulously knitted together with melancholy's yawn
and love's satin stitches.
Restraint's thimble shields against
pricks from compulsion's needle.
Memories calluses harden conviction's palms,
but soul softens the pain
by wearing faith's moisturize lotion.
In the sunset of one's hours
the tapestry of toil
is hung upon the mind's wall.
Images woven into its mantle
created from the vivid excerpts
of one's rationale diary.
Hoping the ebbing light of epiphany
shall reveal more patches
where the time spent darning
all the mars of moments
left more warmth than regret
and one sleeps under a conscience's comforter
feeling it more composed of serenity's soft layers
than guilt's scratchy long underwear.
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