We weave our tapestry <br />'Though mist may cloud the eye <br />On rocky roads made smooth <br />Or as pebbles tossed to sky <br />The icy fingers lace <br />Through gnarled and twisted vines <br />Under stars in velvet skies <br />Our mile we walked entwined.<br /><br />Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/knots-2/
