golden butterfly wings
alight delicately on cheeks
unsmudged by tears.
fingers nimble--
minds at rest,
hearts quiet.
the loom snaps out and back,
the little mouse races across,
wheels whirr, bob comically, whirr once more.
a dark beast
casts its shadow
on the rainbown fabric.
a sad tale
is written in each thread
of each tapestry.
a hope shines in each candle,
each window opens to the sun.
Yangon, May 2012.
