We weave our tapestry
'Though mist may cloud the eye
On rocky roads made smooth
Or as pebbles tossed to sky
The icy fingers lace
Through gnarled and twisted vines
Under stars in velvet skies
Our mile we walked entwined.
Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/knots-2/
