Touch the silver chain,
Precious links wound ‘round your neck.
Let your fingers stroke
The tiny silken circles.
The cool of metal
Against the warm heat of skin.
Each link is a word.
Forming thoughts.
Creating ideas.
Weaving stories.
What words do you hear?
“Once upon a time…”
“In the terror of the storm…”
“Look to the west, the sun is rising…”
Listen to your heart.
How does your story end?
Search, find the last link.
You know the one, sad but true.
Tired not broken,
Holding the silver circle.
Staying together,
Not willing to be destroyed
What are the last words?
I love you eternally.
- Mary Quast
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