Tick Talk

When the days stretch into evenings When the evenings slip into nights When the minutes pull together Silken threads greet the sunlight When the days span into months When the months spin into years With the silken moments carted Iridescent strands will then appear. When the threads run through the loom When the tapestry unfolds What might have been weak and faded Becomes more beautiful and bold. We are the weavers and the spinners So each tapestry is our own We ourselves must choose the colours Before the edges can be sewn.