The Strand

by

Daniel Chapa

A cut from the same thread we find are Gelly and I
Each day apart each night alone I braid the line by and by

The strands that left have now returned from a lifetime of trial and error
The things we’ve lost will not return despite our mortal terror

Gelly is yellow and I am green our texture one and the same
These strands return and intertwine with no hesitation or silly games

I look upon this lady, so full of serenity, wisdom, and grace
I kiss her soft and hold her close touch a hand to her perfect face

A tragedy has found us both, showed the strength in fighter’s souls
We will never give up and never bow down no matter the cost foretold

These strands we link remain unbroken a testament to true belief
Each moment spent inside her arms is a moment of lover’s relief.

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