FABRICS OF LIFE:

I was garbed, before my life on earth,

In gossamer mists that heralded birth,

Cowled in Angels golden whispers,

Caressed by timeless promises that shone & glistered.

In the womb, I was spun in skin,

Sewn with arteries & bone-like pin,

Mapped in future´s river-blue veins,

Attired ready for life’s joys & pains.

At birth I was wrapped in lamb’s wool, calico & mama´s arms,

Tightly cocooned in love, warmth & constant charms,

Soft & safe, snug in fuzzy lullaby,

Sewn in between unknown earth & far-away sky.

From patchwork child in denim, mud & milky spills,

Through leather, satin, tweed, silk & twills,

To flannelette, velvet & age-frayed thread,

Cosseted softly in dreams within ageing bed.

Dreamingly, dressed in feathers-in-flight,

Star-dust, nut-skins & in rays of sunlight,

In dew-kissed petals & forest ferns,

In lacy leaves & songs of plaintive terns.

We are dressed in fabrics from way before birth,

Myriads of textures & hues, till we return to the earth,

Draped in many guises, both you & I,

But longing for the freedom bestowed from the sky.

Stripped bare in the end, but for cobwebs spun,

Sighing moonbeams & laughter of the sun,

Stitched only in winds & snowy attire,

Wrapped in regal finery, fit for the funeral pyre.