Tapestry

"The night is like a tapestry
of rare and dusky flowers...
Blooming in the shadows
of the fire that we make...
Our song is like a river
through the midnight softly flowing...
through darkness and through starlight
flowing onwards to the sea...
We'll keep this time
like a flower in our memory...
though seasons come then quickly fade away...
We will remember this time deep in tomorrow...
though so much else will die with yesterday..."
.......................................Quester.