The Woof And The Warp

Between day and night,
between remembrance and forgetting,
between waking and sleeping,
we weave this tapestry of life remembered.
Between the intertwined strands of forgetting and recall
we hold the woof and the warp,
the flowing lines of the arabesque scroll.
The day unravels what the night has woven.
We hold in our hands, loosely and weakly
a few fringes of the lived life.
We turn our days into nights
and at night we work in darkened rooms
under artificial light of the lamp.