The Silken Strand

A poem about the precious little peace in a tumultuous relationship.

In one tiny silken strand in time,
our hearts seem to sync to the same rhyme.
That rhyme so sweet!
So happy the melody!
That listening, no outsider would think
there were problems between you and me.
But in our dance,
in that one tiny silken strand in time;
if one of us steps out of turn,
or misses the rhyme,
our discord takes charge again.
Reminding us that this is where
most of our time is spent.
Broken hearts and bruised toes.
Teary eyes and wounded souls.
This is the rhythm and rhyme
to most of our lives.
So beautiful and rare is the silken strand,
that we stay together in hopes
that we will feel it again.
All the feuding we do,
enduring all the off beat rhythms
and mixed matched rhymes,
is worth that peaceful, loving, rare strand in time.