There it was!
weaved with desire,
the tapestry of colors on a fine silk of time.

It was awed by the beauty,
forgot to be preserved,
caught in a tug of war,
abandoned to the silence of time.

And so will it come to be..
torn to pieces by its fangs alone.

And with the time conquered and shred,
there will be left nothing, but the colors.

Don't let it happen.
you don't know what will be left.
Tarnished memories and suspended strings of remorse.

Don't let them fade.....