To cast an eye upon a life
Belies a certain mimcry
Répète après moi
Technicolour tapestry

Mandalas strewn throughall history 
Of falling for a face
In a crowd, a stage
Cafe, bus, library
Join a band, cult, parade
Get a job, haircut, car
A woman to-be-friend
Seamless transitions to new threads
Loose ends framing
Every edge

Fondled on darkest day
When strength sapped
By latest craze
Recall mere glances 
Float away
While woven keepsakes 
Unravel and fray
Return always
To treasured piece
A sole purpose
Of warmth for me