The thread was there before the beginning,
before the the first light, before the big bang
before chaos beget order, or some such vagary.
The thread will sew it all up
when everything falls back together
in the last second of the last day.
Chaos will once more be the colors
of evermore flying in the breeze
the words will mean all and nothing.
So let's paint not a sunset
but a mural of every day
that ever was and ever will be.
The thread tying each day together,
at once they are snowflakes and
paper dolls hand to hand to hand...
The perpetuation of sunrises and falls
tells us that time creeps ever forward--
Stories of the ghost boys and girls
from ten evermores past tell us this much:
The final stitch will be in trembling hands.
You go first, my love.
Top: The Eagle nebula, this region is specifically known as the Pillars of Creation. Enough matter for thousands of Solar Systems to be formed. Insignificant does not even begin to describe our tiny little pin-point asses on a cosmic scale such as this. Below: "Remembering games, and daisy chains and laughs--got to keep the loonies on the path." Pink Floyd, Brain Damage, Dark Side of the Moon.