stitch by stitch

Long before there were eyes to bare witness,
an ivory needle emerged from the darkness,
from which time began to weave its delicate thread.
Stich by stitch it wove onto a shimmering black silk,
beautiful pearls, beads, quills, and sequins
like the great Ottomon's of old.

Hidden between the very stars,
flickering in the distant past,
I see beyond my tears,
these primitive desires and superfluous fears.
The evolution of the human race.
a majestic creation of time and space,

Humbled by a thought,
enlightened by belief,
some look for heaven in the skies,
but all they find are glimmerring memories,
beautiful embroideries,
a tapestry of the unseen,
always be cautious of what you believe.