Threads

The weaves worn over the heart
thread the feelings within,
how it touches with passion and fear
where we must soothe that flame.

Is there really joy in a fabric
clad upon your life
if you just appease a tailor
who carries a knife?

What we do to dwell
in the garments of life
becomes the colors of our will,
each shade of what we have for peace.

Some haunt in their textures
they are timeless in their design,
but they are hollow in their feel
when dressing for weather,
cold and full of anxiety
instead of out of a dream
that matches our fantasy.