Silver Thread

There is this silver thread between us; it's woven into our skin. Our souls are sewn with stitches torn from the rips and shreds and pain. In the stillness of the night when the darkness like a blanket enfolds; It covers us in peace and quiet, and lets the memories flow. No matter how dark it seems, and how endless the winter chill; there beats a flame within my blood for we share the same DNA. And I feel that you're always close, now matter how far apart we are; I see you with my second sight, and feel you in my heart. And one day I know, we'll be together again somehow; in a boat sailing to heaven upon a fluffy cloud. For you and I are connected, our silver threads woven tight; and no matter how dark the hours, I can always foresee the light. © Michelle Morris, 2021