19: Opal Silk

Some bonds run deeper than one can imagine.

It winds round and round Over the tips of Olympus, Between the deepest Ocean canyons, Hides numerous memories, Countless pains, Unfathomable depths.

Just like this opal silk, Those countless intertwined Strands weave In and out, Over and under, Ensnarling you within This beautiful heartache Which poisons you so sweetly To your life's dependency.