picking up the silken threads of time weaving a coarse fabric textured like wind and sand moving on and letting go, when the journey of love is done. an episode so stirring so moving no time to think or tell just random thoughts and feelings wearing a mysterious spell; colours bright and sublime pots and pans clanging coins and desperate cries and joys that subside one step at a time gearing up for every move but when you look back at reflections all you see black white and blue... no broken hearts to mend no broken wings to sew falling on stones is easy but the red headed giants bear on.. --In memory of certain someones I loved and cherished