The Tapestry Of Time Poem by Sersia Benjamin

Black.

The sky as black as coal.
Every little diamond stitched against this black canvas.

The beauty as these tiny little silver stitches shine against the bleak yet beautiful night.
As you look closer to these stitches made by an angel. They slowly turn colours.

Blue. Pink. Red. Maybe even green.
Each little stitch, a new beginning.
Another thread in the tapestry of time.

Each little star has its own meaning. Its own story.

Standing under the night sky.
Stardust seeps through your soul.
No matter how empty you feel, it fills you.
It fills you with hope and a passionate beauty that sets alight behind your eyes.

A burning passion, that lights me.
The passion, to love, hate and forgive.
A passion that burns through my veins like venom, flames licking my heart to life
Stars gave me meaning.
Maybe we, as people gave them a meaning, to save us from ourselves.