I want to hang on the fringe
Till the threads loosen and detangle
Be there to cut them away
and address what's left
But
Lace still dangles
In a less elegant manner
Twisting in ways to form knots
Different shades of black
To blend into red
Embroidered nature lines the bottom
I want to be on the horizon
Dancing between shades of orange and red
Then to purples and pinks
I want to be there
When there's no horizon in sight
Those scary moments with little light
Only twinkles of hope scattering in the night
Black to blue all over you
I want us to meet
Between the ripples
Before they clash
There
I'll have a story
There
You'll share my space
©joypond
J