Take every piece and put it back to better
take every ash every molecule
stitch it back together
til its woven into the tapestry
You realists fade and fail
to comprehend me
magic doesn’t exist to the
frail in fealty
learn to accept the unexpected
and prepare for the Storm
you’ve disrespected
left neglected broken
beaten and subjected
left to the elements
to learn lessons of life and love
and the true beauty
of the chrysanthemum
or the butterfly or the pebble
feeling of the wind
or the rush in your hair
feeling all around you everywhere
the lost the hopeless and abandoned
upside and torn and twisted
this town and my existence
but this tempest bred the best
broke me down, put me through the test
of the decision between
life and eternal
rest and what it really means
to have consciousness

take every piece.
stitch it back together.
woven into the tapestry.
woven back to better.

The Sunlight shines,
Moonlight fades
shadows come and go
Time passes, beauty fades
sure as the wind will blow
when the world comes down
to what is made of my calvary
you’ll find out what laughter
means to Chivalry.

time passes with every stitch
moonlight fades when the beauty
stitches the tapestry of the world
to face the sunlight back to the better.

These things I know are true
what it means to be me and you
what it means to give
what it means to take
what it means to save the empire
full of empty ranks
of mindless drones
with no counsel they can stand upon
this is a prophet speaking words
of a cognitive anthem
old words resaid to draw a new flame
from fear and anger burned in pantheon
to the wilting figure
trapped in the mirror.
foretold in prophecy
alive in the deep of the
one who holds the key
the one of hope
who soldiers through the tragedy
the epic hero you hold
cradled in your
philosophic fantasy
the wind of change
have destined
that that the winner
of this wellworn
battlefield
may always be found in me.
Be my partner on the path
and let’s find the way.

take every piece.
stitch it back together.
woven into the tapestry.
woven back to better.

time passes with every stitch
moonlight fades when the beauty
stitches the tapestry of the world
to face the sunlight back to the better.

-William M Connors