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.